several months of hell

"I Remember"

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Prompt List request-
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Request #s:
12. “You tried to kill me!”
28. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

The bass pounded in your head as the alcohol made the room start to tilt. You leaned up against the door frame, trying to make your way into the room to find a bit of quiet.
“Y/N? You okay?” 
Oh great. Stiles Stilinski. You turned and glared at the skinny, pale boy standing behind you. He was not someone you wanted to explain yourself to, and the last person you wanted help from.
“I’m fine. All good.” You said, your tone short and empty. Drunk you was not a convincing liar. 
“Mhm.Yeah as much as I want to believe that…” he looked over you skeptically, “Do you need a ride home?”
“From you? No.”
“Oh, ok. I’m just trying to be helpful.”
“Don’t you have a wolf to chase down? Or has Scott learned to stay in his kennel?” You stood up straighter trying to meet his height. Drunk or not, you were not taking any judgement from Stiles-The bat swinging, duct tape flinging wolf wrangler. No matter how much you used to like him.
“Woah,” Stiles tried to shush you, “that’s not fair. And totally inaccurate. He doesn’t actually turn into a dog. I mean there is a lot of hair…and claws…and-” he stopped short seeing you sway. “Y/N-” Stiles reached out to catch you as the room shifted under your feet.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you tried to shout as you fell into his arms. But the exclamation came out more as a murmur as everything faded to black. 


Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida

“Y/N,” you heard you name being called out through the mugginess you felt in your head and tasted in your throat. As you tried to open your eyes you let out a groan in response.
“Oh thank God. I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital.” Stiles sighed with relief, flexing the fingers that had been taking turns between clutching the steering wheel and brushing hair out of your face.
“And I really can’t keep walking in there with unconscious people.”
“What happened?” you asked trying to adjust to the movement of the jeep as it weaved it’s way through Beacon Hills.
“You were at Lydia’s party. Got drunk. Got mad-” you gave a little groan as you remembered the conversation and felt the alcohol still sloshing around your body.”I think you’re last words were ‘Don’t fucking touch me.’ So poetic and intelligent.” Stiles smirked at his own wit.
“Well can you blame me?” You said throwing your arms over your face to block out the glare of the street lamps.
“Yeah, I can. What exactly did I do to you again?”
HIs words hit you like a bucket of ice water. Did he not remember? Or did he just not care? A little voice in your head tried to convince you it was the latter. “You tried to kill me!”
“What?!” Stiles jerked, almost swinging the Jeep off the road. “Sorry.” he muttered catching the green tint that rose to your face. “Ok,” Slowly he pulled the Jeep to the side of the rode and spun to look at you. “Now that we are stopped let me ask- Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“You. Several months ago. You showed up out of no where in my house. Told me all these horrific things and then tried to strangle me.” Your hand instinctively fluttered up to your neck and you felt your throat tighten in fear. But the words kept flooding out. “I had been there for you and Scott when all this werewolf stuff happened. I had been your friend. You were my…well my something. And then you attack me, for no reason other than how did you put it? You wanted to know what I looked like in pain. And then you left. No Apologies.”
Stiles started at you, silent but not surprised. 
So he did remember.
“You’re the reason why I was drunk. I couldn’t stand being in that house seeing you and  Scott.” You threw out the words trying to hurt him. Trying to make him care. “And I couldn’t go home because I’d just be sitting around wondering if you’re going to walk in and hurt me again. So-” you punctuated your confession by motioning to yourself, as if the state of you was evidence enough. 
After several moments of silence Stiles broke your eye contact. You deflated, not realizing you were holding hope in the first place. Maybe part of you thought this moment could make things different. 
“I remember.”
In surprise you looked up at him. A million thoughts running through your head. Should you run? Does this mean he’s going to finish the job? Does this mean he cares? That he’s sorry?
“I was…well there’s no normal way to explain this. I was possessed by this spirit who made me hurt those I cared about the most. I know, I know it hurt you. I hurt you. I just was so ashamed…” his voice trailed off as he stared into the empty road illuminated by the jeep lights. “I should have explained it all to you. I shouldn’t have let you pull away. But I know you needed me to say I was sorry and sorry just didn’t feel good enough.” He ran his hand through his brown hair, making it stick up in different directions. 
This. This is Stiles. Not the person who threw you against the wall and put his hands around your throat. This is the boy who made you laugh in class. Who drove you to concerts. Who couldn’t apologize because it didn’t even begin to touch the damage that had been done
“you thought I was better off.” you offered, finally seeing where his logic had gotten twisted. Stiles nodded quietly. “I see now I was wrong.”
“I’m sorry.” Stiles said, turning his eyes to you, his hands hovering above your own wanting to comfort you, but knowing he had no right to. 
“Stiles, if you would’ve just explained…” you didn’t know what to say. You felt relieved, confused and still hurt from the time spent cut off from him. You didn’t want to lose him. Taking his hands you said, “You can’t leave me like that again Stiles. That, that will kill me.”

Believe - A Roman Reigns Valentine’s Day One-Shot

Still hurting from a nasty breakup, Livia is convinced that love does not exist. But Roman decides to prove her wrong…in the most romantic way possible. A VERY FLUFFY Valentine’s Day one-shot. Roman/OC


Inspired by yet another fic I read ages ago.

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Livia Myles snorted with disdain at the red circle surrounding the date before tearing her eyes away from the calendar hanging on the wall. Tomorrow was February the fourteenth. Who cared? Everyone on the WWE roster except her, apparently. She used to care, once upon a time. She used to get all giddy with excitement too whenever that date came around. But that was when everything was going right for her.

What a difference one year made.

It felt like it was just yesterday when she was celebrating Valentine’s Day with her fiancé and making plans for their summer wedding. He would soon dump her and run off with another woman a month before they were to marry. Apparently he just couldn’t “keep up with her busy work schedule”. Then, as if she hadn’t been humiliated enough, he proceeded to publicly and unapologetically flaunt his new trophy on every social media platform there was to offer. Her eyes welled up with tears at the thought of that asshole and everything she had sacrificed for his ungrateful ass.

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Show Me Love 11

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Your vacation with your family has been a blast, but everything has to come to an end some time.  Especially when Aunt Pepper finally introduces her boyfriend.

Warnings: Dry humping, morning sexytimes, smut, Tony ruins EVERYTHING, language (cuz it’s me, duh.) fluff.  This one is a NOVEL, guys.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the fluff while you could because shit is about to hit the damn fan ;D  There are a shit ton of gifs in this one, and as always not a single one of them is mine. More Lena crackships. Have an unapologetically sassy Ma Rogers, everyone.

I know this is off of my typical posting schedule being the middle of the day here and all (4pm CST) So consider it my Christmas Present to all you lovely people!

Missed something?  Find the beginning HERE

⬅️⬅️PART 10 ||| PART 12➡️➡️

You’re not quite sure what woke you the next morning.  Could’ve been the sun shining brightly through your shutters or it could have been the sounds of your mother screaming in greeting at whoever had just arrived at the house.

Whatever it was, all you knew was that you wanted to throw the covers over your head and get back to sleep.

That is until Bucky shifted against you and you felt the morning pressing hard and eager against your hip.

And then everything came slamming back into place.

You were home, on New Year’s Eve, wrapped in the arms of the man of your dreams under strict orders that you were not to sleep together while under your mother’s roof.

A wicked smirk crawls across your face as you turn in those massive arms and hook a leg over tapered hips.

Technically, you wouldn’t be breaking any rules.

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Birthday present to ex-wife.

Gather round boy and girls because its time for the story of my cheating ex-wife and how I f*cked her. Now bare with me as this is a bit of a long one but f*ck it. So I had a feeling she was cheating as she set off a lot of red flags. Constantly laughing and smiling when texting, saying it was just her mother when I asked. Needing to stay late every night after work. When I’d call in her co-workers said she left hours ago. When I asked her what was going on she’d laugh it off and say it was just something they did to each other at the office all the time. The last straw to where I knew something was definitely up was when she went out “to get milk” at 11:30 at night and didn’t come back till 2 in the morning. Now if there is any words of wisdom I can pass on to others in all my years of experience, its if you think your significant other is cheating, hire a f*cking private investigator. They’re goddamn good at what they do and they will get some evidence that really helps in the later divorce.

Fast track to her birthday, several months down the road. Now I know what you’re thinking, why the hell did I wait months before I confronted her and did it really need to be on her birthday? The answer to the first question is I wanted as much evidence as possible to hand off to my lawyer as well as make arrangements to find a new place to live, etc. Answer to your second question is of course it had to be on her birthday. You see after asking her what she wanted to do on her birthday this year she was rather insisted on me going out of town with my friends as she just had to work anyways and didn’t want to be reminded she was ageing.

So I know something is up and after finding a bottle of champagne and two glasses hidden in my closest something in my snaps. So I do what any sensible man would have done. I leave and go to my friends house pretending like I am going out of town. While there I call up her mother, father, sister and several of her friends. I tell them how I want to give her a big surprise by sneaking into her room with party streamers, kazoos and a big cake with candles. Sounds fun right?! Well boy was it.

Its 8:30 in the morning and I have everyone met just outside our apartment. We all pile in the elevator (about 8 of us in total), her mother holding the cake and me reminding everyone to be as quiet as they can be. My put my key in and unlock the door, we all sneak in and make our way down the hall towards the bedroom. Each hold a kazoo and Mom holding the cake grinning from ear to ear.

Well as I throw open the door and we all yell surprise. But the surprise was on us and there was my wife, bent over in doggy style position with her lover staring at us wide eyed mid thrust. Mom drops the cake, sister screams, father begins to shout. I pretend like I’m horrified to which her friends try to push everyone out while yelling at her. Wife, excuse me, ex-wife is sobbing and screaming how could I while the lover is desperately trying to put his pants on while running out of the place. Needless to say, it was one of the best birthday presents I have ever given.

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snow in neverland: gOD i just want another baby

[1 year later]

snow: ugh emma take care of your baby brother if your dad and i happen to kill each other, mmkay

[several months later]

snow: meh as long as we can phone him from hell i’m game

[several weeks later]

snow: oh my god he’s a toddler? hand me that FUCKING DRINK

[two days later]

snow: what son

snow: chop chop emma, go find your hubby

Rupphire Western AU? Yeah, We’re Going There

Ever wondered about Sapphire as an outlaw and Ruby as a sheriff? No? Wanna read it anyway? Because I basically took an idea that @jcstitches had been working on, started asking too many questions about relationship semantics, and ended up doing another thing to supplement/act as a sequel to a project she has in the works.

This is part one of a three-part ficlet

Title: Realignment in Scarlet

Summary:  Sapphire agreed to take her chances with Ruby, leaving her corrupted former life behind at the beginning of a long and dusty trail. It’s been six months since then. A lot has changed, and altering the path of fate is much harder than it sounds.

Rating: NC-17 for that one scene, and also some darker implications sprinkled throughout

Word Count: Currently at 10,000

WARNING: I made this a) because I’ve been in western AU hell for the last several months, and I want others to join me, and b) because I’ve been challenged to make people cry, as I apparently have not done enough of that yet. SO PREPARE YOURSELF FOR BEING EMOTIONALLY WRECKED, YO

Petyr and Sansa still aren’t creepy.

“I have only loved one woman, only one, my entire life. Your sister.”

Of all the super evil morally ambiguous things Petyr Baelish has said and done, his obsession with his childhood friend Catelyn Tully-Stark was by far the creepiest. And when he turned his attention to her young daughter, the creeping continued… Or did it?

“I loved your mother more than you could ever know. … In a better world, one where love could overcome strength and duty, you might have been my child. But we don’t live in that world … You’re more beautiful than she ever was.”

And then he kissed her… Wow, what a creep!

But since that fateful kiss in the snow, two seasons of Game of Thrones have aired, so it is time to revisit the question: Are Petyr x Sansa creepy?

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Sam’s strength is more of the quiet kind of strength, which is why everybody, and I mean everybody, underestimates him.  He is not full of bravado, he does not expect or demand gratitude, he is full of humility, unless you’re an angel that never heard of the Winchesters.  

Speaking of angels, Sam Winchester is so strong that he overcame an archangel to tell Dean that it’s going to be okay.  For several months Sam dealt with hallucinations of Lucifer and his time in Hell, and when Cas took those same hallucinations it immediately sent the angel of the Lord into a coma.  A coma!  

Sam Winchester is strong.  His faith, his selflessness, his courage, and his heart is incredibly strong.

You’re My Wife?!

What’s up guys! It’s been a while. Sorry! Been going through a lot and this month was so so busy! So I decided to treat you guys with a small little one shot.

This was actually going to be a plot for Everyday Lives, but since I’m not doing that anymore I’ll post it on it’s own. Heheh :)

Summary : Jellal has to have a simple day surgery. It leaves Erza a nervous wreck. But what happens when her normally cool husband is under the affects of some high dosage pain meds?


Erza bounced her knee quickly, reading an outdated magazine in the waiting room.

Her husband had gone in for a simple surgery, but she was a nervous wreck. Having one’s wisdom teeth removed was not a big deal to Jellal, or anyone else. But Erza couldn’t stand the thought of him going under anesthesia.

She had only been waiting for about 30 minutes when Gray called, asking if they would need anything before they got home. Assuring him that she had taken care of everything, she asked how he had done when Juvia had her surgery several months ago.

“Having a C-section is a hell of a lot different than having some teeth cut out, Erza,” Gray drawled out.

“I know that. I’m just not used to this, what if something happens to him? What if the anesthesia messes with his mind?” She bit her thumb nail, unable to stop her nervous habits.

“He’ll be fine. Remember in middle school when Natsu had to go under just for them to clean his teeth?”

Ignoring Gray’s snicker, Erza said, “Of course I do.”

“Jellal will be just like him. High as a kite but feeling pretty good.”

“I do not want my husband ‘high as a kite’, Gray. I want him the way he was,” she had taken to pacing the room now.

“He will in a few hours. Don’t worry about it.”

Before Erza could reply, a nurse came out looking for her, “I’ll call you later,” she hung up, not waiting for his answer, “how is he?”

The kind nurse smiled, “He’s fine. He’s waking up now if you want to come on back.”

Erza walked as slow as she could back to the room she had seen Jellal go in, taking a deep breath before she opened the door.

Her handsome, blue-haired husband was still lying the chair. Cotton in his cheeks and a bib on his chest. She smiled a little, he made her promise not to take any pictures of him, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Hm?” he made a small sound, slowly opening his eyes, “who?”

“Hey, how do you feel?” Erza pulled a chair next to him and grabbed his hand. His dark eyes looked down at their clasped fingers, a cute confused expression on his face.

“My mouth hurts,” he mumbled a little with the cotton in his mouth.

“You had your wisdom teeth taken out,” she told him, fighting a laugh.

“So I’m not smart anymore?” Erza did laugh at that, the medicine they put him on made him so disoriented. Even though he was going to be pissed at her later, Erza started a video of him. With his cheeks puffed out, drool on his chin and some very adorable faces he was making, this was perfect blackmail material.

“No, you’re still very smart,” she squeezed his hand, which he looked back down at when she did, “That’s just what they call teeth that grow in the back of your mouth.”

“Oh,” he gazed back up at her, “I don’t know if you know this, but you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Hiding her blush with her hair, she said “Well thank you.”

“You’re.. you’re breathtaking. Especially your hair,” he reached out and pulled a strand of scarlet hair into his grasp, “this color is beautiful.”

“Thank you, Jellal.”

“You know my name, but I don’t know yours. That’s unfair,” he pouted slightly, making his cheeks puff out even more.

“You don’t know my name?” she bit her lip, knowing it was all the medicine, “Who do you think I am?”

“I’d say an angel, but I’m not in heaven yet. Are you a nurse?”

“No, I’m not a nurse,” she put the camera directly on his face, “I’m Erza. I’m your wife.”

His eyes widened, “My… wife?”

“That’s right.”

“Wha..” his eyes gave her a once over, than another. His hand shot up to his mouth to cover a smile, “How long have we been married?”

She giggled, “It’ll be three years in about 4 months.”

“We- We’ve been married for three years?” He sat up more in the chair, “I’ve got to sleep with you for three whole years?”

Longer than that, but I don’t want to embarrass him that much, she thought to herself, “Yes.”

“Holy-” he grinned, “I’m one lucky guy. To get a woman like you.”

Erza smiled, “I guess you are. But I think I’m the lucky one.”

“I’m married to a really hot babe. I hit the jackpot,” he was talking to himself, causing more saliva to drop onto his chin, “my life is so- ow..”

“Jellal?”

“My mouth hurts,” he rubbed his cheek, wincing as he did.“

"It’s OK hun,” she rubbed his arm, “we’ll go home and put you straight to bed. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“We share a bed don’t we? Does that mean you’ll go to bed with me?”

Erza could not help but feel love burn in her heart for this overly adorable man, “I will tonight, but I want to make sure you’re OK before I do. Is that alright?

The anesthesia must have been wearing off because his face was showing more pained expressions. She shut off her camera and wiped away some of the droll on his mouth before letting them know she was taking him home.


"Oh man! I wasn’t that bad!” Natsu laughed as they, once again, watched the video of Jellal waking up from surgery just a few days before.

Said man was sulking in his recliner, glaring at the TV screen that showed him in the dentist chair.

“Sorry, Jellal,” Lucy grimaced as Natsu laughed again.

It’s fine,“ Jellal looked back to the kitchen where Erza was. She had promised, promised not to take any pictures.

"You didn’t say anything about a video,” she told him, handing him a cup of coffee.

“You were going around saying you were a dragon,” Gray pushed Natsu into the floor, “you also have motion sickness. Igneel was cleaning vomit out of his car for a month after that.

"At least I didn’t forget who my wife was!”

“You didn’t even meet Lucy until high school, idiot.”

“I invited you over for dinner so we could have a nice evening, not watch this video. Again,” Erza glared at her house guests.

“But- but- but we gotta watch this part!” Natsu sat next to Lucy on the love seat and turned the volume up to watch the next part.

“I’m married to a really hot babe. I hit the jackpot..”

Gray and Natsu burst out laughing. Jellal’s face matched his wife’s scarlet hair. Lucy giggled then sighed, getting up to go help Juvia put her son down for a nap.

Erza watched the screen fondly, Jellal didn’t care for public affection, he may hold her hand or put his arm around her. But even back when their relationship was new and in the honeymoon phase did he ever get excited that she chose him of all people, like she had seen Gajeel do when he started to date Levy. He only wanted her to know how he felt, it was for her eyes and ears only. And even though the guys were making fun of him, she was happy that they finally got to see what she saw.

“You’re enjoying my misery,” Jellal leaned back into the leather recliner, gazing up at her since she was sitting on its arm, “I believe compensation is in order.”

“Oh?” she ran a finger down his red marked cheek, “What do you have in mind?”

Catching her finger and bringing it to his lips, he grinned. And not a soft Jellal grin, this was a Natsu-flipping-Dragneel “I’ve got a good (bad) idea” grin.

“I think we still have the video of the night you lost our duel,” her face paled as she remembered the night they brought back their childhood with a card game. Taking shots when they lost life points, “Why don’t we watch that too?”

“No.”

“It’s only fair, my dear,” he winked at her, and quickly got up, pushing her into the chair so he could go find the disc.

“NO!” Erza scrambled after him, desperate to not show ANYONE that disc! How humiliating, “I get it, I’m sorry, DON’T YOU DARE JELLAL!” She pulled a sword off the wall of their bedroom as he bolted back to the living room with a DVD that was labeled “ERZA CONFESSED EVERYTHING”.

speed painting

i was looking at my art from a year ago–hell, even just several months ago–and i’m struck by how much i’ve improved by just drawing all the time. i’m a lot more critical about my stuff, but i also see everything with new eyes. that being said, i missed this guy a lot, and figured i should try my hand at him again.

Hurt/Comfort

Dean’s kicking himself. What made him think that Castiel was prepared to manage human life alone? He should have guessed, based on Castiel’s lack of knowledge of customs and culture that a lack of knowledge of basic survival instincts followed.

But he didn’t think about it.

Hell, he didn’t want to think about that possibility, not while he was sending Cas out the door with nothing but a shitty backpack crammed with a shitty toothbrush and a shitty travel sized toothpaste and a pair of old shitty clothes. He’d crammed $50.13, all the spare change laying around the Bunker, into Cas’ free hand and then booted the ex-angel out the door without a second thought.

Of course he didn’t want to think about how ill equipped Cas would be when he didn’t even bother to equip him well.

Now, with Castiel by his side, Dean is noticing just how much is wrong. At first glance, he’d assumed Cas had pulled himself together fine. Cas has new clothes, he has a job, he even seems slightly up to date on sporting statistics. (The latter, Dean learns, is merely a side-effect of the radio playing at the gas station). But there are little things that are starting to stick out.

First is the way Cas looks at food. Dean’s seen that look on Sam before when their father had left them for weeks at a time without enough to eat. Then, there’s the way Cas flinches when Dean gets close. And the fact Castiel has never once directly answered Dean’s queries on where he lives.

The worst thing, though, is just how distraught Castiel gets when he breaks his wrist. Of course, Cas is still coping with the fact he can now feel pain, but it goes deeper. “I won’t be able to lift the heavy boxes in the storage room,” he mutters through gritted teeth when Dean asks, “I won’t be able to work at the gas station. And if I can’t work there…”

Tears prick Castiel’s eyes and Dean feels himself sinking into his seat with guilt. “You can come with me,” Dean says, staring at the steering wheel. “I’ll take care of you.”

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Control ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader ~ Part 6

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long

Warnings: Self harm, injury, if anything else, message me

Words: 1901

Tagging: @shamvictoria11 @redstarstan

It was the following evening when Steve decided to check on you.

“(Y/n)? Bucky? You guys in h—” He cut off as he walked into your kitchen, stopping with a gasp at the blood splattered on the table.

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After watching the first season of “Sword Art Online,” the first thing I could think of was, Man, I would love to see the Steam reviews for Sword Art Online IRL would be like.

PROS:

  • Cutting-edge graphics
  • Incredibly immersive gameplay
  • Innovative multiplayer dynamics that allow you to easily make friends and quest with them in a painstakingly detailed open world

CONS:

  • It trapped my mind inside a virtual hell for several months in which I witnessed, and was occasionally directly responsible for, the brutal deaths of my closest friends and family. 

9/10 Would play again.

Twins

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stilesx Reader
Warning: N/A
Writer: unitefandomsoftheworld
Summary/Request: Requested by anon-You are Scott’s twin sister and he walks in on you and stiles making out and gets super upset but everything works out in the end

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the adhd triangle - noun - the place where all the things you put down and forget where the fuck they are go. can only be entered by people who don’t have adhd. you, however, are cursed to never find what you’ve lost until the adhd triangle chooses to return it, or someone else finds it for you.

ex: “hey man, i haven’t seen you wear your favorite shirt in a while…”
“oh yeah, i lost it in the adhd triangle. haven’t seen it for a month.”

anonymous asked:

on the one hand: fitz's rescue was freaking perfect, on the other hand: i feel low key robbed of a reunion makeout scene

Here’s the thing we have to remember. Jemma has been through hell. She is severely traumatized. She spent 6 months on a foreign planet with constant danger. Alone. 

I don’t want a make out scene yet. I want healing. Because if anything like that were to happen now, it wouldn’t be about romance. It would be about coping and ptsd. 

Jemma needs to process everything before she can even think about starting a relationship. Because she has gone through one trauma after another. Jumping off a plane, trapped at the bottom of the ocean, survivor’s guilt, watching her other half injured and struggling, separation, loss, and now this. 

So, dear tv show gods, please give us a well written mental health storyline. Please let Jemma process. Then, and only then, give us a five minute make out session between Fitzsimmons in which both are happy and healthy and well lit so the gif sets look awesome.