jstor is a wonderful resource, but it’s also dangerous because you’ll start out reading articles related to your lit essay and then before you know it it’s 3am and you’ve wasted the whole night reading about the perceived threat of witchcraft towards fishing vessels in 18th century dorset
My reason of how I cannot draw Mark fuckin’ Fischbach’s facial Region.
I cannot draw guys for shit, no matter how damn hard I fuckin’ try. This guy’s got the face of what many would depict as a greek god, or like a roman statue. He’s got a very defined facehole, with a jaw that could cut the string of life like in Hercules. He has a chiseled jaw that could decapitate a stone statue’s head, and it’s just…
SO FUCKING HARD
@markiplier HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH A FACE THAT WAS CHISELED BY THE LORDS OF THE COSMOS
HOW DOES YOUR FACEHOLE DEFINE JUSTICE
HOW IS IT SO… DEFINED
WHAT IS YOUR FECKIN’ SECRETS
I NEED TO KNOW
FOR 18 YEARS, I’VE BEEN SHEDDING BLOOD, SWEAT, SOUL FLAKES, AND TEARS TO MAKE MY ART NOT JUST DETAILED TO THE T, BUT TO MAKE IT ABSOLUTELY PERFECT
YOUR FACEHOLE FRUSTRATES ME, MARK
THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME TO YOUR CHANNEL IS DICK JOKES AND MEMES
THIS IS HOW FAR I COME
TO BE BESTED YET PLEASED BY A MAN OF DIFFICULT FACIAL REGION GEOGRAPHY AND FEATURES
I’M GOING BACK TO DRAWING HOOTTUBES SHITTING STARS NOW
Potter lives, and there’s still a chance the war might be won. Protect Potter at all costs; he’s on a mission from Dumbledore. The freedom of the entire wizarding world depends on Potter’s survival.
It’s what Dan’s been told - it’s all he’s been told before he’s thrown into the heat of the battle. Now he finds himself, abandoned by his powers, face and hands covered in grime and blood, at the door of a Potion’s classroom about to collapse upon itself. On opposite ends of the room, his best friend and Harry Potter are heavily engaged in duels with the enemy. Then the ceiling breaks - the stone falls over their heads. Dan doesn’t know a spell strong enough to levitate the cascading rubble all at once. He can’t save them both.
On your second run, you - armed with retrospection - conserve your power for the final battle. You end up saving those you weren’t able to protect the first time - you cast shields in advance, pull students out of the way of impending explosions. At the same time, you’re hurled into a variety of new situations that force you to use your power to survive. Your power, once again, fails you long before you reach the most important decision of the game.
It occurs to you then this has always been a game about futility. You are not Harry Potter. You were not there when Peter escaped, or when Cedric and Dumbledore died. You don’t know about Horcruxes and how Voldemort can be defeated. You could not have prevented Voldemort’s rise to power. You could not have prevented the battle of Hogwarts. You could not have avoided the final dilemma.
You are not Harry Potter. You may have time-rewinding powers, but you never had a chance of rewriting the course of the story.
Jon as Harry Potter, Sansa as Ginny Weasley “Jon looked around; there was Sansa running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Jon kissed her.”