Y’all I just need to say, I love this smile so much. It has been so long since Carol has genuinely smiled like this, let alone laughed. Morgan and Ezekiel were able to get small smirks out of her - but this is an expression of actual joy. Daryl tells a lame joke, but the fact that he’s trying to hard absolutely warms Carol’s heart, so much that she really laughs for the first time in so long.
Daryl still has this affect on her. He can still make her laugh and smile even in the bleakest, most unlikely situations and that means a lot.
Carol’s face in this moment is very reminiscent of her face when Daryl dropped the water jug in S5. She smiles, she laughs, and it’s that identical expression that just seems to say, “my boyfriend is so cute when he’s awkward/telling lame jokes”.
The way she giggles, that happy little sigh she lets out as she looks at him (like she’s thinking, “my god, I love him so much”), and the way she turns away with the playful “shut up” and then looks back at him with her heart in her eyes… she’s gazing at him like she thinks he’s the most adorable thing ever, like him showing her affection and love ignites all those emotions she’s tried to stamp out.
And she just lets him. She doesn’t try to stop herself from feeling it this time.
Carol lets Daryl into her house and this little moment here - with the way she smiles at him like he’s finally shattered the last remnants of the facade she’s built around herself - is crystal clear, undeniable symbolism for her letting him into her heart.
u know all i can think of is when the hobbit movies were first coming out and I saw them in theaters and as soon as Thorin Oakenshield walked into Bilbo Baggin’s fucking hobbit hole I was trash for that ship
do you think eren is working with zeke or with paradis? I am so curious about hwo he got there without Mikasa running after him o.O
I already addressed Eren and Zeke’s bond in my chapter analysis and talked further about why Mikasa would have left Eren here and here. I’m gonna talk about how Eren could’ve possibly gotten there.
First of all, he was spotted in Fort Slava, after the war with the Middle-Eastern Union ended.
Eren’s first appearance, post-timeskip - Ch. 83
And he has apparently been following Reiner for a while. Gabi stated she and Reiner couldn’t go back to Liberio, probably since the war started. Eren also didn’t fix his armband on the wrong arm until Falco fixed that for him. Therefore I can conclude Eren came after the front and blended with the population around the time the war ended, where Marley’s security is at its weakest, where he probably got wounded in the process (the panel can’t show anything). Since no one told him his armband was on the wrong side, I assume he hasn’t been talking much with people.
Hange in particular held Eren in a suspicious light since he held himself during the conference. Meanwhile Armin witnessed Eren’s mind wandering off because of the coordinate coupled to Grisha and Kruger’s memories, and noticing something’s off with Eren. Since these two can’t fully trust him, Eren has trouble weaseling around. Therefore, if he wanted to defect temporarily, he would’ve needed help from a third party.
That really imposes limits on a feasible way. We also don’t know how the politics got rearranged since chapter 90, now that Paradis is free for the taking. Someone must have covered Eren’s tracks so the latter could take off. But then, if no ship returned to Marley, how would he mix himself in the crowd?
He must have either taken a ship from Marley and sunk it off limits in a place where he wouldn’t be spotted or he built his own raft and prayed to get on shore. At this point, I’m expecting even the stupidest ideas. We’re talking about Eren after all.
Likely he used the luck factor here. I hope we’ll get an answer this month. Reiner also suspected the docks to be destroyed so sailing from Paradis isn’t an easy task.
Can I ask for some art advice? I'm a super beginner and proportions are the bane of me, in both realistic and cartoon attempts. How do / did you practice proportions? Did you have to work at it a long time until you were happy with it?
this dude does a good demonstration, and covers more than just faces:
he explains it in a way that makes you realize everything is relative to everything else. something he doesn’t really cover however, is using a grid to help you better grasp how things are proportioned to help you better understand how to change them to fit what you’re doing.
things is, i still struggle with proportions, and it’s largely due to old habits that i had. i would always elongate and make things heavily lop-sided, which is still something i struggle with when free-handing. i keep a straight edge or some sort of ruler in all of my sketchbooks now, just in case i feel something isn’t quite right.
First off, I love love love your stuff. Always makes me giggle. So thanks! :) I really like to draw stuff, and some days I do crazy stuff way out of my league and other days I can’t draw a square - the latter is really frustrating and makes it hard to keep drawing - if today happens to be a bad art day I’m afraid gonna hate what I draw. Do you experience this and how do you get through it?
I DO EXPERIENCE THAT
something a lot of people don’t know is that i’m currently a chronic pain sufferer. it largely impacts my mood and ability to draw. i firmly believe that a happy artist is a good artist, and when pain gets too much, i go into Rage Mode and everything i make looks, to me, like garbage.
what i do to overcome it is just……enjoy the pocket. that time where you feel good, and you’re really into what you’re doing, find that pocket and live in it for a minute. you can’t always be on top of it at all times. some people take years-long breaks just to find the pocket again.
but you say you do “crazy stuff way out of your league”–realize that the crazy stuff you’re doing, that is your league. that’s what you do. what you made didn’t just happen on pure chance. that’s your art.
it’s ok to realize that not every piece is a masterpiece. i can’t begin to tell you the thousands of pieces that have been deleted, thrown out, and never shown the light of day.
Hey, Scout! Do you usually know what size canvas you want to draw/paint on or do you keep adjusting the size as you go along? Do you have any favorite sets of dimensions, or standards you like to work with? (I just keep adjusting mine as I go because I don’t know what I’m doing I guess?)
heya! i do normally know the size of canvas i’m going to work with. thing is, once you start creating pieces for print, your idea of concrete dimensions becomes a little more strict. you never know when something might take off, so you have to be ready to have it in a size suitable for printing.
comics are the only things i don’t really care what dimensions i have, but i work really tiny with them. especially post-episode comics! i always have a 500x900 72dpi canvas open in case i wanna whip up a quick strip
It was a little passed 3 p.m., you and Mark finally got a day to spend together after him working non-stop for what felt like an eternity. The two of you lazily spent your time together laying on the couch, binge-watching all the Disney movies both of you grew up with.
“Babe-” You softly called out to him, a loving smile spread across your face you felt his arms tighten around you. “-I love you a lot, you know that right?”
Mark automatically nodded in response, “Of course baby..” He giggled, planting a sweet kiss at the base of your neck. “That’s what keeps me going when I’m working. I just think about how much you love and support me, and it just helps me get through the day- even when I’m just so tired of it all.”
Suddenly your boyfriend sat up, pulling you up with him. Cupping your face, his thumbs gently caressed your cheeks as he looked deep into your eyes. “You know you’re the reason why I can even find the strength to do work as much as I do, right?”
Your heart automatically fluttered as your cheeks flushed a bright rosy hue. God- He still made you feel the same butterflies you felt the first day you met him. “Babe you’re making me feel all cheesy and stuff.” You giggled as a shy grin painted across your face.
Flashing that adorable toothy grin of his, he looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes as he moved down to the floor in front of you. Immediately your eyes widen, your heart pounded in your chest so quickly you thought it’d burst out at any second. “Mark, what- what are you doing?’ You stuttered as he began rummaging through his pockets.
Your boyfriend suddenly pulled out a small, black leather box and held it out in front of him. An eager smirk painted across his face as he looked down at the object before turned his attention back to you, “Look, y/n I know we’re both still pretty young and we have our whole lives ahead of us, but..” He chuckled, taking a deep breath before clearing his throat.
“..But I can’t picture my life without you. You give me this strength that no one else can, you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” Taking your hand in his, he brought it up to his plush lips- kissing each one of your knuckles. “I see a future with you, a bright one at that. I see us having our own little family and growing old together.”
Hii so I wanted to let you know that I l o v e your works, the whole thedasbook stuff never fails to make me giggle and your DorianxLavellan fics are a goddamn masterpiece. Honestly, I love your Inquizitor and I've never seen a better written Dorian, and the banter is just magnificent, I'd love to see more one-shots! Your style is so light and engaging, interesting but realistic and lore-friendly plot...just please keep doing what you're doing because you are amazing.
Holy shit anon this is the nicest thing I’ve ever read, you made me tear up like an emotional human baby, that means you’ve earned yourself a terrible gif
Me @ you (is it any wonder Dorian’s entranced by my idiot son)
I’ll get some more silly one-shots on the to-do list for you, my sweet anon friend!
Confession — sometimes I like to just... Scroll through your likes. Most of the time it's Elliel's stuff, which makes me giggle sometimes because your relationship with each other is honestly adorable, being supportive of each other and stuff. xD Just wanted to say, you have really great tastes. 👀👌
@ellieljade and I have this agreement that we must always be at the top of each other’s “Biggest Fans” list. We’ll go on sprees, frequently, to ensure this, too. Tbqh, she posts a lot of things I’m pretty meh on, but you know, gotta keep my spot. ;)
Because I Like You: A Chris Evans x Reader One-Shot
They didn’t often happen. If you were being honest, they were almost a treat. Because while you loved them, he hated them. But whenever Chris would come home from a production shoot or promotion tour, he’d use any excuse to spend time with you. Even agreeing to take a simple, long bubble bath.
And so here you two were, your back pressed against his chest. His head rested against the tile behind the tub. One of his hands held a beer bottle, and the other drew patterns slowly across your arms. You cradled your bottle in your hands, next to your chest. You turned your head, pressing your face into his neck.
He chuckled lightly, “Your hair’s tickling me.”
“Now you know how your beard feels to me.” You smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his jawline. He laughed again, taking a drink out of his bottle.
“You know you like it, babe.”
“I know I do. I just wanted to tell you that it tickled me.” You reached out a hand, pushing around the bubbles. Chris pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
Reaching up and tugging a strand of hair, he murmured, “Why do you like these so much?”
You smiled, looking down into the bubbles. Your voiced dropped its volume, as if you were sharing a secret. “‘Cause they’re close to you.” Chris hummed his approval. You felt him shift slightly, and you listened as his bottle clinked softly onto the ground tile.
“Funny,” he murmured, and you could feel his smile as his mouth moved to your shoulder. “'Cause that’s why I like them too.” You shifted forward before Chris could put his arms around you, slushing some of the water out of the tub. Your jaw dropped into a smile.
“So you do like them. I knew it!” You gestured at your boyfriend with the bottle in your hand, “I knew it!”
Chris’ cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah.. Now c'mere.” He reached an arm out to you, trying to pull you back. You moved farther away from his reach.
You smirked at Chris, “Not until you admit it.” You sunk back into the suds as if to prove your point.
“Baby, come on.” He pouted, arms crossing his chest.
You set your beer on the closed toilet seat beside the tub. Then, you mimicked his motions. “Baby, come on.” He rolled his eyes, a small grin on his face. You pressed your back against the other end of the tub, flinching at the cold meeting your warm back.
Chris raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Cold? You can come right here,” he patted his chest for emphasis, “and warm up.” You stuck up your chin, sinking more into the water and stretching out your legs. Your feet brushed against the top of Chris’ thighs and you felt a sense of power when you watched him shudder.
“Oh no, I’m quite alright here.” To prove your point, you took your bottle back into your hands, taking another sip. Chris snorted, taking up his drink again.
“Alright then.” He tilted his bottle up, not breaking eye contact. He licked his lips after, moving his arm to the outside of the tub. His bottle clicked as he tapped a beat against the plastic. Chris smirked, his blue eyes alit with mischief. You clenched your jaw, grinning at him. “Something wrong, sweetheart?” He smirked.
“I hate you, Evans.” You muttered. Chris wiggled his eyebrows at you, moving to the middle of the tub, before wrapping a hand around your ankle. You squealed as he pulled you quickly towards him. His hand moved up your leg, resting on your back.
“I don’t think you hate me that much.” He smiled, moving closer to your face. You cradled your drink to your chest, shrugging a bit. “And you were right. I like these baths.” He tugged at another strand of hair that had fallen. You opened your mouth, but Chris quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before you could get out an 'I told you so.’ He pulled back, lips ghosting over your own. “But you should know that the only reason I like them, is because I like you.”
“You like me?” You grinned.
Chris chuckled, rolling his eyes, “God, you can’t take a compliment.”
“Not when it’s not the truth.”
“Fine, I like these baths, because I love you, darling.” He gave up. You smiled at him, leaning forward.
“And I love you, Christopher.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips. You smiled as Chris smiled himself into the kiss.
After that night, you never had a problem in convincing Chris to ease into a bath filled with lavender scented bubbles with you.
You knew it was gonna happen. As soon as we got the shot of Lexa waking up from a nightmare, I just couldn’t resist…. @killthegiant feel free to make it worse
It’s the middle of the night when Lexa opens her eyes, and she immediately realizes that there is something wrong. It’s nowhere near dawn yet, it should be all dark and quiet, instead there is a glowing light coming from her window, and muffled sounds she can’t identify. She gets up from the bed and slowly makes her way to her window. When she looks outside, her mouth falls open. Polis is burning. The light she saw when she woke up is the fire flaring everywhere, the sounds she heard are the screams of her people being slaughtered in the streets. She is frozen with shock and dread, watching the city and the people she vowed to protect dying before her eyes, when suddenly she hears something else, something much more terrifying than a scream. A chant, repeated over and over again.
“Nou Heda noumou.” Commander no longer…
Dread in her heart, she cautiously walks away from her window, opens the door and exits her room. Her two guards are there as usual. Except that there is nothing usual about it. Nothing normal in the way their empty vitreous eyes stare up at her from the ground, dead. Lexa walks past them and slowly moves down the hallway. The chanting resonates in her ears, louder and louder as she approaches the throne room. Then she arrives in front of the closed doors, and before realizing what she’s doing she walks inside. The sight is nothing short of horrifying. The Nightbloods–her Nightbloods–are there. Their tiny bodies sagged on the floor, their blood spilling everywhere on the cold marble. Aden’s blonde hair now black with the blood from a head injury Lexa can’t see. Her eyes fill with tears as she walks among the bodies of the dead children she watched grow up, the children she took care of and learned to love. Innocent…. She’s in the middle of the room when she finally looks up. Titus lies bleeding and cold at the bottom of the stairs that lead to her throne, his face still contorted in an expression of pain. Whether physical or emotional-for failing to protect the children–Lexa doesn’t know. And then Lexa sees her. Sitting on Heda’s throne, on her throne. Ontari. The Natblida from the Ice Nation. Covered in the blood of her novitiates, smiling proudly, a hand caressing the wooden armrest of the throne, as if it was her right to sit there. All around her stand the twelve Ambassadors, relentless in their chanting. ”Nou Heda noumou.”
Lexa wants to kill all of them, wants to rip them apart with her bare hands, but she can’t move. Her muscles don’t work, she is frozen there on spot. Then Ontari’s smile widens and she just says “For you…”
Lexa’s legs move on their own accord, she has no power over them, and they make her turn around. And when she sees her, Lexa’s heart stops in her chest. Clarke. Kneeling in front of her, held down by an Azgeda warrior. Lexa wants to run to her, wants to free her and take her away from this horror, but she can’t move once again. She can’t even beg for Clarke’s life, her voice is gone. Her petrified body is shaken by tremors when she sees another warrior drawing his sword and resting the blade on Clarke’s neck. Ontari’s words reach her ears and hurt more than a death by a thousand cuts.
“This time you get to watch…”
Anguish and despair gnaw at her as the warrior lifts his sword. Lexa wants to move, to shield Clarke, but she can’t. She wants to scream, to tell them to take her head and not Clarke’s, but she can’t. She wants to cry and tell Clarke how much she loves her, but she can’t. She desperately keeps trying to fight the invisible force holding her still, when suddenly Clarke looks up at her. She stares at her with a look of utter betrayal in her misty eyes and then, with a broken voice, she shatters Lexa’s heart forever.
“Why didn’t you save me?”
Lexa’s face twists with a silent scream as the sword cuts Clarke’s down.
And that’s when Lexa finally wakes up, her heart in her throat. A concerned Clarke looking at her, asking her what’s wrong. Alive. Yes… it was only a nightmare.