You know what I appreciate about James Gunn and his Guardian movies? There is sex appeal for both men and women. Short sexy dresses are worn by extras and our main ladies wear tight outfits, yet almost no cleavage and minimal butt shots for them. Whereas in Vol. 2 all three of our leading males are shirtless at some point, they and the main villain discuss or display sexual prowess, and talk about their dicks. And then there’s the memorable line from Drax: “My nipples!” Also, in Vol. 1 there is a gratuitous, but much appreciated scene showing Ronan’s morning routine.
Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.
Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.
[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3
I think it's true that eren remnds levi of isabel but i don't think he reminds him of himself? they are very different and that's why I ship them tbh
Yes, the similarity between eren and Isabel is quite baffling, same shaggy hair, same messy attitude, even their way of eating is similar and I have no doubt Levi remembers Isabel everytime he looks at eren & I agree that Levi and Eren are different but they’re more similar than different imo.
I’m not trying to be shippy or anything, but these facts are just an extra reason why I love ereri, the fact that they are so similar is very appealing to me
●They both lost their mothers at a young age (yes most of the characters did in the show) but I love the fact that they both were present when the tragedy occurred, feels like a thin string connecting them since Eren is so affected by his mother’s death and Levi is good at hiding it but he is, too
●They both are/were a part of a trio : Levi/Isabel/Farlan then Levi/Erwin/Hanji and Eren/Armin/Mikasa
●They both have the same goal, the same sense of duty
#Dorks of a feather flock together
●They both seek freedom and not all of the characters do in snk even Mikasa doesn’t, she only cares about Eren’s safety but ereri does, also they had the same reaction after seeing the survey corps’ insignia, well eren was a mess then but you get the point
●They both are/were driven by anger, Eren is always driven by anger lol and Levi was too when he lost Isabel and Farlan (same emotional breakdown after losing someone dear)
●they both feel guily and responsible for their comrades’ deaths and if that fact doesn’t connect them the most I don’t know what does, this scene speaks volumes
Cause it looks like Levi was trying to ease his own pain not only Eren’s, the pain and guilt Levi felt after losing Isabel and Farlan were being displayed in front of him again, Levi felt Eren’s pain, because it was exactly how he felt back then, followed up by rage and losing control, also Levi felt responsible for Isabel/Farlan’s deaths and that was exactly what eren felt after the death of Levi’s squad, guilty and responsible, Levi was aware that Eren was never gonna be the same (read the VN for more proof) because he himself is not the same anymore after experiencing the same thing, no one understands Eren like Levi does, they’re like two sides of the same coin (that was corny but who cares)
●They both hate meaningless deaths
and ofc we don’t need a proof that Eren feels the same, the whole series proves that.
●They both were looked down upon
I love this pic of them, they were showing defiance not caring about the situation they were in.
These are only a few reasons why I love ereri and the similarity between them, I’m sure there’s more so if anyone wants to, go ahead and add what you want
A/N: I really love flustered Barba, so please enjoy! This is also a musing that I’ve had for a while, mostly because I associated Barba with the song, “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton, so strongly. Anyways, requests are closed! I have a few to finish up, then I will open them up again. Thanks! x
You started working at SVU seven months ago, and in those months, you seemed to be the only one to crack the “Barba Code.” Rafael Barba was a mystery in and of himself and getting close to him proved to be a challenge. Luckily, it’s been worth it.
Your relationship with Barba was truly one of a kind. He was your best friend and you were his. It didn’t start off that way, though. There was a lot of animosity in the beginning.
You were the forensic psychologist assigned to the team, and let’s just say tension was at an all-time high. Everyone was afraid that you were going to profile them and ruin their careers. Obviously, you were just there to offer a different perspective and fit right in after a few days.
It took a lot more convincing from Barba. You knew he had a bit of a troubled past; an abusive father was just the beginning. His trust took a lot longer to win, but when you did, it was yours forever.
Barba had called you into his office for some trial prep. You were the expert on the case, so he wanted to double-check that everything was airtight. As always, it was. You dodged his mock cross questions like a pro.
After what seemed like a lifetime, you finally finished. Before you could leave, Barba stopped you.
“Y/N, wait,” he called out, as you headed toward the courthouse steps.
You spun on your heels, turning to a quite flustered Barba.
“Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to attend a charity event with me tonight? It’s for the DA’s office, so I know it’s not very appealing, but,”
“Yes, Rafael, I’d love to! Send me the details? I have to go shopping now,” you chuckled, heading toward you taxi. You blew Barba a kiss, taking full advantage of his flustered state.
As I was younger, I met a boy. Deep, deep in forest he lived in a cave, high up in the mountains. He was feared by his power, his long, sharp fangs, dark eyes, his animalistic behavior and hair, that was long and untamed. Wolf boy, that’s what my village called him. This boy was cold and forceful in everything he did, though he had a soft side. I saw it, once. I hated the narrow minded community in my home town, so I fled in the deep green of the nature to escape shallowness for a minute and explore reality in its purest form. The deeper I got into the forest, the more attention I gathered, by one specific creature. This was the first time that I met this boy. He was in my age and he asked me what I wanted here. I saw that he was careful with human beings - since he was something oddly different, I do not know till now if he was a spirit or guardian of the nature or just returned to the wild - but I saw that he had interest as well. The interest and fascination with the tiny amount of fear the both of us had grew to friendship, and soon, as I turned 18 I realized that I fell in love with this boy and the boy fell in love with me. The wolf boy remarked constantly that I was pure fascination, he could not stop thinking about the words I say, the actions I did, my face - not even at night. But the love took an ugly end. Though our relationship was a big adventure itself since the both of us were from another world, he kept tyrannizing my home town. He said it gave him joy and excitement and that I was just too prude and his pride did not let him feel just a little bit empathy for me. I tried convincing him to stay with me. We could have gone somewhere else, live in another small village together and just keep contact with my family since I loved them - but his raw love decided to turn against me. I turned to to his enemy and I became ‘one of them’. From this day on, he left the forest he lived in and I miss him still.’
Taurus: I am what they call a ‘femme fatale’ or, if you like, a maneater.
I do not know my purpose, I honestly am as clueless as the poor creatures which soul I take every night.
One day, I woke up, laying on a cold ground and the only thing that was in the room with me has been this giant mirror. I looked at myself. It is not like I had a life in the past or was I plainly made like this? Made for this life? I do not know. I just know that my full lips and curves are hypnotizing them and my deep, brown eyes are grabbing them so tightly, none of them would ever be able to forget me. And that is a fact. None of these men ever forgot me. Me or my voice, my soothing laugh and light touches. They bought me red dresses made out of fine silk, the wrote letters, telling me how they missed my soft, sun kissed skin. I loved that. Somehow it was nice to be spoiled. I drank the best champagne, ate the most exotic fruits and had my senses pleased by every good willed or desperate soul that crossed my way.
That was my life before I got rejected. Rejected by a guy, so simple and dull looking, ugh, it gives me headaches just thinking about it. “I don’t want your company”, he said and ignored me. He even looked into my eyes but was still not reacting. Wasn’t I something different? Wasn’t I the demon that visited them every night just to slowly kill them? “Do you tell me, I am not appealing?” He dared to nod. “Yes.” I noticed how my real raging, evil nature wanted to show itself but I gritted my teeth and went back to my apartment.
Hadn’t I everything I needed for them to fall in love with me? Wasn’t that what I was made for? As I cried hysterically, I noticed a little piece of paper lying on my desk. A little bit confused I picked it up and read the short sentence written on it. ‘Look in the mirror’, it said. Suddenly I was scared. What was that supposed to mean? A joke of some guy that in the end turned out to be vengeful, huh? So I looked into the mirror. And in front of me was an old woman. The woman was not ugly, but she did pass her best years in life already. I screamed and out of shock I threw the mirror to the ground, it shattered and little pieces of glass flew to my feet. I threw every mirror out of my house.
What if it hasn’t been their souls keeping me alive? It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to believe that this is me.
Gemini: I remember
that my grandma told me many stories as I was younger. She told me a lot of her
childhood, especially about her school time. Every dinner at her house ended
with tears of laughter because of the memories she shared with us. One day
though, she told me something I couldn’t believe at all. It was at her 74th
birthday, the last birthday we celebrated with her. “As I
was younger, there was not much to laugh about, I know, it doesn’t seem like it
sometimes, but the times were harder than now, we had no time to be kids. And
as I turned 14, I was an adult in the eyes of my parents. One day as I sneaked
out of the house to play with a friend of mine - I wasn’t allowed to go out
because I had to tidy up the house, but oh well, I didn’t felt like doing so
this day - when I noticed that there was
a new family that moved in the house that was empty for years. I was and still
am very curious, so I observed it all a bit. The family seemed regular, nothing
really special, but the older brother out o these two - he was sixteen if I remember
correctly - he was special. I don’t know what he was but for me he was a magician. No, something higher, like a chosen one. A
story teller from another world. Since I was a polite girl I asked him if he
want to play something outside - or if he wants me to show him the neighborhood
- and soon the boy called Josh turned out to be my vanishing point, because the
things he told me…they became real.” As my grandmother told me that I
was highly alarmed. Maybe she was not right in the head because of her age, but
then again she never showed any kind of symptoms or has been seriously ill. So
I kept on listening and what she told me was unbelievable.
“ One day he asked me to close my eyes while he wanted to tell me a story
he just heard and really liked. I did, since I did not see any harm in it and
as his words - so full of energy and life - reached me, I felt a mildly stronger
wind soothing me. “Open your eyes, carefully and don’t panic”, he
told me and I literally could hear his grin. I was in a land mad out of clouds and
everything gold, the sky was bright and blue, but somehow you could see the
stars, planets, the moon and the sun. Even the earth. “What is
that?!”, I asked as I started to feel anxious but he just kept smiling and
told me that this was his own world. Well, from this point it was our world.
Every day we tried to meet and every day we could imagine and create the world like
we wanted. A world where we fought pirats like they did in Neverland and we talked to animals and I gained all kind of secrets the nature there bared. He was from another universe. He taught me everything beautiful and
the power of imagination. If it wasn’t real of course. But one day as we actually wanted to meet again, he and his family strangely disappeared. As I
asked the neighbors and my parents, they told us they never heard of their name
Cancer: You were
innocence and brutality. You were the only sanity I had and somehow nothing but
distraction of my mind. As I saw you the first time everything turned quiet and
everything turned grey, except you. You shined in every color and my heard
started bumping for the first time in years. I never talked to you, but
sometimes I watched you reading your book in the middle of the class as you
couldn’t care less about math and in the breaks you walked behind the school
building with your friends and smoked a cigarette after another until there was
no time left and you came late to almost every lesson and you smelled like
smoke but that was okay. You kind of made me like this smell. You were the giant
waves burying me every night as I realized it will never work out but you also
were the gentle breeze at the beach in the afternoon as I sat down by the shore
and thought about us - looking at each other and not even realizing what the
other one thinks.
My heart ached just thinking about you and I flee into a world of lucid
dreaming, lilac and pink toned skies with orange clouds adorning them, and I
flee into a world filled with anxiety and fear of never being yours because I
need you, but I guess you never thought about being with me. I search for
broken sea shells because they remind me of something I wished to be, a
thought, a wish, that was meant to fail from the beginning,
I wonder what I reminded you of me. Maybe I was only the boy who had math and history
with you. Maybe I reminded you of nothing at all.
Maybe I was never a part of your world.
Leo: Every night I walk up the sky. A ladder out of clouds appears in front of my window, I open it and make my way up to the sky where I will find the most bright and shimmering stars out of all. They are made out of something we human beings describe as ‘stardust’, but do you know what stardust is, actually? No, and I no clue either, but sometimes, when you look someone and you share a deep, mutual feeling? Like love, joy, or even sadness? That’s how it looks like. I know, I know, it is complicated. But, every time i look at you I hope I will see this kind of shimmering in them, because your deep, brown eyes remind me of the darkness of the night sky and every night when I climb to the stars I sit among them and watch you having the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they are happy dreams, sometimes they are full of disturbing images, so horrific that I take a little bit of the golden dust and let it trickle onto you. And when you wake up and we see each other at the bus station I see you smile, no dark circles under your eyes: you must have slept well. You know, up there in the sky is a castle, the night told me it was created for me, and it is made out of gold and silver, jewels, little opals and rubies that are illuminating the walls and window sills and the ceiling is painted and the most glorious pictures are placed on it, like Michelangelo himself visited the dream castle. And on the ground made out of marble I dance, every night. All alone, once in a while in beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin but mostly in my casual clothes, like you tend to see me every day in. The instruments play on their own and I sing to the music. Everything is shining and my heart is pumping and you do smile at me from time to time but my heart feels very heavy, you have to know. I show you, I really do show you that you are blessed with the beauty of the stars but I am afraid and maybe asking you if you need money for food in school or telling you that I like your sense of humor isn’t enough. Because I climb up to the stars for years now, the stars that do greed me once in a while, but do not love me as much as I wish you to love me. I dance alone, all alone in this castle and I cry all alone on this castle. Maybe one day, you will dance with me.
Virgo: I was working for this family my whole life, since my little body was fished out of the lake by our dearest Lord, I was forever deeply indebted to him and his family. I was happy I could for such an honorable family. I was glad that I had something that I was able to call ‘home’. A bed. Some books. Education - not the highest, but enough. And a perspective. As a person maiden I was everything that the younger woman in the village sometimes wished to be: the true hidden gem in the most respected household in the country. But there was something missing. I looked at my shaking hands as I was washing the dirty clothes of my Lord’s wife. Suddenly, the water turned red. I felt a stinging sensation on my hands and pulled them out quickly, furrowing my brows I looked at them. They bled. It felt so wrong. Those hands that already looked like the one of a 50 years old, even though I would celebrate my 21th birthday this year. There was nothing I could truly give. From the bottom of my heart. There was nothing. Out of nowhere, a light touch on my shoulder gave me a shiver. It was the Lord’s oldest son. “You, it’s late, go, get some sleep, let others finish it.” I wanted to protest - kindly of course - but he saw right through me. “You’ve done enough today. You deserve to rest - but let me help you with your hands first.” He smiled gently and his almond eyes gave me a feeling o security and warmth. “Thank you.” From this moment on, I felt devoted to the son, it was a love made out of thankfulness and pure adoration. The Lord’s eldest son did not even care about my being and the effort I did, but he was gentle and not too harsh as some people here were. In special occasions he even asked for advice. I was able to give him a piece of my views and believes and he kindly treasured my words. I cried happy tears as my love’s wedding took place and I was allowed to give my opinion on the decoration and wedding theme. My love was unrequited but it was honest till the end.
Libra: “My dear son, what are you looking at again?”, the father asked as he washed the dishes. They just finished breakfast. His thoughts being interrupted, the boy blinked before turning to his father. “I’m sorry father, I will help you instantly.” “You know, looking out of the window every day isn’t good, you will lose your sense for reality.” The son thought about this statement the whole day and the day after and even the day after that. “Why should I stay inside and help my father with his work? I am a living being after all. After all, I…I do feel as well.” The wooden boy went to the window in his bedroom and saw the neighbor girl, picking some flowers, probably for her ill grandmother. Once in a while when he was allowed to go out for a walk he chatted with her a bit - she was bubbly, but after all very soft and kind. Some people were fascinated by him, some told his father he should sell him to a museum or let scientist examine him, in the end no one knew how his father made the wooden boy come alive. And then there were people that were deeply afraid of him, calling him words like ‘monster’ or ‘accident’. “Oh my dear son, do not listen. You may think a little bit too rational sometimes, but after all you just came to live a few months ago - you still need to learn and learning is one of the most common, human things on earth.” Yes, that indeed was true, but his father never saw what was going on inside his wooden heart. He was feeling like everyone else did. He wanted to help others, he wanted to socialize, but every time he gave, no one wanted to give this mutual feeling back - the feeling of someone special by his side was just too good to be true. This neighbor girl was the only one daring to talk to him and she even went picking flowers with him. The wooden boy was kind, talked politely and with his natural charm a fairy blessed him with the night he came alive, made her feel comfortable - the girl became special to him. One day though he saw the girl kissing a for him unknown boy. “What..what is that kind of feeling?”, he asked irritated and his father answered with the word: “heartbreak”. The wooden boy went to the shore a few days after that and with a wooden boat he made his way to somewhere else. “Pinocchio, where are you going?”, asked the sea concerned. The wooden boy did not know. “I guess I am made out of driftwood”, he answered.
Scorpio: We sat by the shore and the setting sun let the world look even duller as it already was. His eyes searched for a fixed point, somewhere at the endless horizon, he always did that. Somehow, he never seemed to find one. Sometimes it got really quiet among the both of us. But it was pleasant. There were the crashing waves, the endless screaming of the sea gulls and the howling of the cold, hard wind. But it was pleasant. Somehow everything was pleasant. He was there and every inch of my body was filled with a vivid, magnetic feeling, I wanted to get closer to him, but I never knew if I wasn’t already close enough. I was attached. Attached by one accidental, simple stroke of his warm hand when we walked through the city, attached by his deep, blue eyes and every time I looked at them I felt as I was jumping into ice cold water. He had a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the waves. They devoured it. “What are you looking at all the time, are you searching for a fixed point?”, I asked simply and watched the cigarette swimming on the surface. He smiled shortly, lowering his eyes, before they moved to me. And it was quiet again. This pleasuring silence, and I knew he thought about something. There was something odd about his stare but in a good way. He smiled again before answering. “There’s no need for that, when you already have one, isn’t it.” I was too scared to say something, I was too scared to ask if it was me. Because I knew that he was mine fixed point. This love was like waves pulling me closer to the muddy ground, but I loved the coldness of the sea because he himself was the warmth that greeted me when I made it back to the shore once in a while. I really wanted me to be his everything, just as he was mine.
“I once had a bird. It was the most beautiful,splendid bird I have ever seen, never ever had mother nature created such a beauty again. Once in a while, your eyes catch something so oddly beautiful, you just have to capture it. With his bright and shimmering feathers as it sat there on a branch. As it preened it feathers, I slowly crept up on it, taking my camera and took a picture. It stopped as it heard the clicking noise, but did not flew away. I had the feeling it looked at me, saw right through me. At this moment I thought this bird was new. A new species. I could give it a name, this majestic creature, I could make it my own. From this moment on I investigated all my time observing the time, drawing it, noting down some of my newest observations and thoughts to gain as much knowledge as I could get. But next to it desire to fly all the time, it sang. Often and passionately. Maybe it called a mate. Or some other bird of its species, male or female - it did not matter. Another thing I noticed was, that it was not a timid animal - no, in fact it liked to present itself - but it really had no place to stay. In fact, it rode down the wind, like it was searching for something. A nest? A mate? Sometimes I was scared, because the bird disappeared for days, but it always came back. Somehow, it always came back, but I could never be sure. One day, I was sick of it. ‘Goddammit, for the sake of science, do it!’, I did shout at myself and captured it. It was hard because of it sharp beak. I put it in the biggest cage I could find, I made my home as realistic as the actual forest it lived in. Excited it flew around its cage,a little bit nervous and scared, but over all very confident. I loved this unique, vivid bird, and it loved me as well. It answered me with some of its sing sang once in a while and it even dared to get closer to me. But something changed. The bird slowly started dying. There was no singing. No flying. No chirping. It lied on the ground, breathing heavily, it was exhausted. Moved and concerned by the picture in front of me, I opened the cage, carefully lifted the bird up and lied it down on the window sill. As I came back the bird was gone. I never saw it again.”
Capricorn: As a florist I am deeply devoted to any kind of plant and the act of making
them grow, creating a bouquet of flowers, nature itself - as I was a kid I
already felt like Daphne the nymph in the wood ,the green surrounding
me soothed me, I found peace in the nature. Well, as I was 22 years old I got
the idea to open my own flower shop - much to the liking's of my parents. I
wanted to create something absolutely new: a flower shop with a touch of the
unusual, kind of unique, maybe something that you won’t find everywhere.
I wanted to do black flowers.
My parents told me a thousand times that this would ruin me, an idea meant to
But of course, they couldn’t stop me. Years later I opened my flower shop at
the end of the city, it was small but cute and my flowers sure caught the
attention of passengers and after a while I had some customers trusting me and
buying my creations and flowers. But no one really seemed to appreciate the
black ones. “They are..ahm…different, honey”, my aunt said as she
visited my shop. “You really think that people want them? Flowers are
meant to look good, make one happy and let the room look friendlier. This is…quite
the opposite.” Before I couldn’t even respond a young man looking at small
plants in one corner of my shop interrupted me, apologizing before speaking:
“I see them as exciting. They draw attention to them and have something
unique, maybe something that not everyone understands.” He smiled plainly before
laying his eyes on me. “I’d like black roses. I need for a special
occasion.” I nodded. I’ve never seen him before or even nearby but I did
as he said. From this moment on he went to my shop every two weeks, only to
order some new black roses, he usually was quiet but once in a while he dared
asking me questions. A little bit odd sometimes, he was a bit cold, but
otherwise kind of magnetic - I don’t know why. One day he stopped coming. After
maybe a year. The year he disappeared was also the hardest year for my shop -
my grandmother died and I neglected the shop to the point where I was close to abandoning
it. It survived in the end, after they saw the rosaries I did for the grave
more people gave me and my shop a chance. One day, as I was visiting her grave,
I crossed a grave I have never seen before. I read the name out loud and
wondered, before I gasped in shock and almost let the watering can fall down.
Black roses were placed in front of the tombstone, they seemed old, almost
rotten. I wondered if it was him laying six feet underground.
Aquarius: I was just watching. I saw her dancing on the other side of the room, like she was in a dream. The fluorescent light touched her skin softly and all I wanted was to talk to her. But I could not. I was not able to. Sometimes when she went to bed and suffered from nightmares - which she got pretty often - I started stroking her hair and she would sleep tightly and calmly eventually. When she forgot to pack her lunch I would carefully put it in her schoolbag and when she forgot to make her bed after waking up, I gladly did it for her once in a while. “Thank you, darling”, her mother would say. “But mom, that wasn’t me”, was her constant response. Her mother would smile then and lightly shake her head, but her daughter was going insane with her mother not believing her that she didn’t even touch the sheets till 7am. When she came back from school I listened to her soothing voice, humming to the songs that her phone played. I admit, I am not really fond of the music today, but I could get used to it, after all I was an open minded spirit, right? I just wish I could be with her and walk her to school and carry her books and pick flowers with her and all the stuff that she writes in her dairy - yes I admit yet again I read it once in awhile when she decides to write something down. But then I was afraid. I did not know how these things worked out. I mean, for me, things like love will never turn out again, but I was always a bit special when it came to occasions like those. Me, falling for a living girl? I was at the attic almost for 5 days before I decided to visit her. I listened to her calling a friend and she told her that she hated flowers. Hating flowers? Well,I guess I can cancel picking flowers with her now out of my imagination. And she complained about not having anyone for Valentine’s Day. I know, this girl would never ever notice me. Hell, she didn’t even believe in ghosts. But after all, that was the only thing left on earth that mattered for me - this strange love. So instead of flowers I made myself useful and I placed a jar with three fireflies I was able to persuade into being a gift for only one day in front of her door and happily she told her mom about a mysterious admirer. I know, I know, really cheesy. But that day I strangly fell asleeo. As I woke up I saw a bright, white light. Maybe it was my time to go.
War is over and I suppose it’s best for me to stay at the Summer’s islands. After such a dark period we would need the time to gather around again and work up the loss of our nation. I heard about your father and I deeply apologize, telling you my honest concern. But he was a good man, he fought for the right side and for justice and peace.
After I heard that you are going to marry the oldest son of your dearest father’s friend I want to congratulate the both of you, may you live happily together.
I want to be honest and please forgive me speaking so openly about my feelings, but I think it is the best if we would stop interfering with one another from this point on. This moment we live in right now, it is hard but the right time to start things over again.
And I can not be a part of your life anymore.
Since I was young and I was ordered to be your knight, I felt very attached to you.
They describe magic creatures in those fairy tales my father told me not to read. They would make me weak, he said, I should see right in the dead eye of life. But I still read them. They helped me escaping out of the brutality of life.
And you constantly did remind me of the dreamy fantasy these books told me about. Like those elves in the fairy tale you moved gracefully through the woods, going for a walk and your soft hair would blow in the wind and reminded me oh so often of the fresh and pure snow.
I wished I would be able to vanish those feelings and memories, so I could watch you growing old, so I could see you in your purest form of the celestical being that you are every day.
You made me stand up when I wanted to leave war and flee into the woods, when I wanted to escape life. You alone made me stay.
And because I adore you with all of my being I wish you to be happy.
I will let go.
But I needed to tell you before I let you disappear out of my heart and mind.
Do not write back, im asking you at this point.
Do never change your heart.
The story continues with Regina magically poofing herself and Emma somewhere private so they can talk. They have skirted around their feelings long enough. Will they finally talk about what is happening (has been happening) between them?
“Nothing ever bores me
in here,” Emma says as she peruses the jars on the shelves in Regina’s
vault. “I’ve seen these things many
times and it’s fascinating how average most of these ingredients are.”
Regina leans against a
wall with a quirked eye brow. “Oh? Sorry to disappoint you.”
Emma runs a finger
across the labels of a few bottles, reading them aloud, “Anise, mustard seeds, rosemary…
You could cook with these.” Emma looks
over her shoulder just to say, “But potion making is kind of like cooking. At least that’s what I remember when I was
the Dark One. Always brewing something
I know that most of the fandom likes to gripe about Kija becoming Gija in the official translation, and other names to a lesser extent, but the part of the translation that I’m the least happy with so far is that it seems like they deliberately tried to avoid having Jaeha talk about beauty. For example, what the scanlation translated as “taking away someone’s freedom is the ugliest thing one can do in this world” became “depriving someone of their freedom is the most despicable act imaginable,” and “having my fate decided for me from the time I was born goes against my views of beauty” became “submitting to some fate that was foisted onto me when I was born goes against everything that appeals to me.” (And yes, it’s true I don’t know enough Japanese to compare it to the original, but I also remember the anime’s translation mentioning beauty/ugliness more prominently).
The translation in the official version doesn’t really change the meaning in these specific contexts, but Jaeha’s conflation of goodness and worth with beauty is an important aspect of his character…which doesn’t become apparent until much later in the manga, not fully until the flashback chapter “Fly.” And it’s understandable that the translator wouldn’t have read so far ahead, but I wonder what other subtleties will be lost because of that. Will Zeno still refer to himself by his own name? After all, we don’t learn the reason for that until chapter 104…
Yuri on Ice BD choreography commentary translation - Volume 1
Since I did all the rest I figured I might as well translate the voiceover commentary in the choreography footage too. As this was not very long, I translated the complete script, it’s not partiaI (I actually wrote down all the Japanese and translated it). The commentary is by Kenji Miyamoto & Mitsurou Kubo.
Notes: -It’s two people talking, not a written interview, so expect them to hop from one subject to another within the same sentence… Even if it sounds a bit unconnected at times, that’s how they said it. -I still arranged it a little to make it easier to understand as written material, by removing lots of “ehm” “uuhm” “you know” “yes” (I especially removed all instances where someone says “yes” in the middle of the other speaking) and fumbled words. -”tn” in square brackets are translator’s notes. -Amusingly enough both their initials are KM/MK, but I used the surname initials so M is Miyamoto and K is Kubo. -I put (LOL) when they’re laughing because otherwise some lines might sound serious while they’re actually joking.
***VERY IMPORTANT*** Do NOT use this translation for subtitles, in ANY way. I don’t support the upload of bonuses contained in BDs/DVDs, as they are meant to be (as the word says) bonuses for the people who spent money to purchase them. If you like a series so much that you absolutely need to watch the bonus contents, please buy the BDs/DVDs.
Actually, one of the reasons I am translating all the content (booklet, commentary etc) is to encourage people to purchase the BDs/DVDs. I know many hesitate because they are expensive and they are only in Japanese, but you have the subs online and now you have translations for all the contents too, so it’s not like you will “not be able to enjoy the contents at all because of the language barrier”. The best way to support the series and help in the possible creation of a 2nd season (or a sequel in any form) is to buy the discs.
Miyamoto: Hello, I’m the choreographer Kenji Miyamoto. Kubo: Hello, I’m the original planner Mitsurou Kubo. Thank you for today. M: Thank you~. K: Thank you for coming. Well then, this is Victor Nikiforov’s free skating, “Aria (Hanarezu ni Soba ni Ite)”. So, regarding the choreography, what did you pay attention to when you created it, Kenji-sensei? M: Yes. Regarding Victor, I created the choreography trying to make his throat and chin look beautiful, like in the stone statues you see in museums. K: So basically, it’s important to have a clear image when you create a choreography, isn’t it? M: Yes. When you want to show something, you have to make it so that it comes forward. K: So that it comes forward. M: Yes. If you try to express too many things it will just get confusing, so I always try to show the points I want to convey as much as possible. K: Ok. Regarding this choreography, well, it’s not really the choreography itself, but I would like to explain the reason Kenji-sensei’s clothing style is a bit unfashionable. If the right & left arms and legs don’t look different in some way there is a high chance that they’ll get mixed up when creating the animations, so we asked him to make them look somewhat different, and that’s why he’s like, showing only one sock, using different gloves, and so on. M: Exactly. And it just happens that I was wearing striped socks that day (LOL). If I think about it now it’s quite embarrassing (LOL). K: He’s also changing outfits a few times, and this is because from time to time we would like, retake the sequence, or ask him to skate again a part we didn’t have enough material for, and such. M: This outfit [tn: the white shirt] was used to check how to depict the fabric fluttering because of the wind. K: Though it was just in the beginning, right? (LOL.) But yeah, Victor’s skating in episode 1 is really, you know, the animated scene was really amazing, but actually “Hanarezu ni Soba ni Ite” is also the first program that was choreographed. M: Yes. At the time there wasn’t a clear image for it, but I received lots of input from sensei, so… K: Yeah, we requested the choreography when the story wasn’t completely decided yet, and I was kind of worried that we had made Kenji-sensei uneasy, but he came up with such nice steps. M: Well, indeed, I did make it so that you could get level 4. In the program I used deep edges, choctaw, bracket, rocker, counter and all kinds of steps, so if you use it in a tournament you might actually get a good score. I mean, you will get a good score. K: You do? M: Yes. K: See, we can feel at ease because we know that Kenji-sensei will think about all these things too when he creates the choreographies… Ah, this is my camera (LOL). [tn: when Miyamoto looks like he’s skating toward the screen] M: This is when Kubo-sensei asked me to bring out a man’s sex appeal… K: Yes, that’s right… (LOL) M: That was really embarrassing (LOL). K: I was gripping the camera and going “haaaaah” inside (LOL). M: I see (LOL). K: But I think that anyone who watches the final footage that was created for the broadcast will understand right away that Victor is a great skater, I mean, we could get a convincing sequence that conveys that. Thank you very much, Kenji-sensei. M: Well, I’m not Victor, so it was really hard to skate that (LOL). K: (LOL). Ok, so this was Victor Nikiforov’s free skating, “Aria (Hanarezu ni Soba ni Ite)”.
K: Ok, next up is Yuuri Katsuki’s short program, “Ai ni Tsuite ~Eros~”. Regarding this short program, in the anime it’s said that he’s skating it picturing a katsudon, but actually that’s something I added afterwards, so I never told anything about katsudon to Kenji-sensei when we requested the choreography. How did you create it? M: I created it expressing the passionate feelings that a person straightforwardly directs to the thing they like. K: Since it’s eros it’s about sex appeal, so we wanted athlete Katsuki to skate it with plenty of sex appeal. When we were creating the image, you know, I believe there are many child skaters who use sexy choreographies, and I heard that when Kenji-sensei teaches children how to perform the choreographies he tells them to imagine having honey on their hands and such, so I thought, “oh, it’s possible to compare it to food”, and that’s how I came up with katsudon. M: I see (LOL). It happens pretty often that I teach athletes using expressions such as “like when soft ice cream melts”. K: As a result, I received quite a lot of comments like “what a naughty katsudon”, so I was really happy to have done it, even though the impression might change at some point. Also, I think you have already noticed from the footage, but here we are shooting the sequence without using the full rink. I think it takes a lot of stamina to skate this using the full size of the rink, doesn’t it? M: Yes, normally it would take about 3-4 strokes to reach top speed, but here I’m using 1-2 strokes, so if you were to do the same using the full rink I think it would require lots of power and skating skills (LOL). K: But really, I mean, since we have recorded this footage as a bonus, I really would like some people to try and actually skate it in real life (LOL). M: That’s right (LOL). I also would like to ask my students to try their hands at it (LOL). K: (LOL). But yeah, this Kenji-sensei… The footage is made by putting together parts recorded at the Edogawa rink and at the Chiba rink, but isn’t your body shape a little different from part to part? You look like you’re getting a lot thinner… Is it fatigue? M: No well, that’s because here you were saying, what was that… K: “Do your best Kenji”? (LOL) M: You said “do your best Kenji” and so I was doing my best moving around as much as I could (LOL). K: Thank you (LOL). Ok, this was nice. Thank you. So, this was Yuuri Katsuki’s short program, “Ai ni Tsuite ~Eros~”. Thank you, Kenji-sensei. M: Thank you. K&M: See you~. K: I’m waving my hands (LOL). M: Waving them a lot (LOL).
Just a final note in case you’re wondering: Yes I am planning to translate all contents of future volumes (from 2 to 6) as well. I’ll be very very happy if at least a few people decide to buy the discs thanks to the translations.
I was curious if there is a backstory for Sandy & Jago? Also I really love how you draw Sandy, something about him is just so appealing to me.
the short answer is… yes!
the long answer is…. Theyre a part of this whole story/world that ive made up in my head and like… barely ever draw anything for (and even more rarely write anything for)!
Shes basically immortal due to magic curses and whatnot, and he ages very slowly due to being part magical creature. So theyve known each other for a few centuries and are very close friends, and are pretty codependent and probably wouldnt do very well without eachother. i guess thats what happens when you outlive pretty much everyone else you know.
He worries a lot and is very anxious and awkward and cautious, and shes brash and loud and outgoing but also worried about getting attached to people.
also heres a doodle because any time i get asks about my characters it reminds me of how much i dont draw them and i should do that more often (might actually make this into a more finished thing because i kind of like it…..)
For someone who claims to be a Jon fan you post a lot of Catelyn. She hated him and was awful to him. Why the fuck do you post a character who was a bitch to one of your 'favourites'
Wow, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise I wasn’t allowed to post whatever characters I like. I didn’t realise I wasn’t allowed to like certain characters just because they don’t get along with other characters that I like. By your logic then, I shouldn’t like Jaime Lannister because of the awful thing he did by crippling Bran, a character that I love, but Jaime is one of my favourites too. Should I not post any Jaime related posts? I don’t judge whether I like characters based on their relationship with other characters, I like them for themselves. I love both Jon Snow and Catelyn Stark, and completely disagree with the amount of hate Catelyn gets from many fans. Catelyn is a character who has among the best morals in the show/books and there are many other characters who have done much, much more awful things than she has. I don’t think I need to list them. To be honest, when the worse thing you’ve ever done is ignore the product of your husband cheating on you, you’re not really that much of a bad person when you consider how the other characters murder each other.
First of all, I can post whatever characters I like, if you don’t like what I post, you can unfollow. I post a variety of characters and fandoms, and they’re not always going to be everyone’s favourites. I love Catelyn Stark and I think that she is a fantastic character. The show massively cut her role down, but she was still great in it, Michelle Fairley was very good at playing her, and I loved her POV chapters in the books.
Second of all, one of the biggest misconceptions is that Catelyn hated Jon. She never ‘hated’ Jon, she resented his presence at Winterfell and hated what he represented. She hated Tywin Lannister, Cersei and Walder Frey. That’s what it means to hate someone and Jon Snow certainly does not fall in the same category as those people to her. Jon represents a threat to her children, that’s why she resents him. History is filled with bastards who try to usurp their trueborn siblings (Blackfyre Rebellions for example), and she worries for her children, something all mothers do. Deep down she probably knows Jon won’t do anything to prevent Robb from inheriting Winterfell (even if she won’t admit that), but no one can know about his potential children and grandchildren. She also says that she doesn’t care that Ned has a bastard, she mentions that he could’ve had many so long as they were fostered elsewhere, as is the custom for bastards. Seeing Jon everyday must’ve really hurt her, even as the years went by and she and Ned came to love each other, every time she looked at Jon, she probably had doubts about Ned’s love for her, and it’s painful being in love with someone who loves another person more than you. In regards to her being awful to him was whilst she was grieving. Bran looked like he was dying and she said it in grief. It wasn’t right what she said, and it really hurt Jon, but it wasn’t something that happened everyday. We all say things we don’t mean in grief. She never abused him, she just ignored him, which probably did scar Jon because he would’ve seen the five Stark kids have the love of their mother when he got coldness, but she never laid a hand on him. I know the show added in the scene where she says she prayed for his death and then stayed by his side whilst he was ill, and that was awful (a beautiful scene though), but beside that and the scene in Bran’s room, she just ignored him.
She could’ve made Jon feel even more excluded at Winterfell by poisoning her children with words of the evils that bastards can pose. She could’ve told them from when they were talking that bastards are evil and turned them against Jon, but she didn’t. She allowed Robb to eat with him and play with him. She never forbade any of her children from being with him. Yes, Sansa picked up on her problems with Jon, but I think Sansa was getting to an age where she realised what Jon being at Winterfell meant for her mother. And she loved and admired Catelyn so Sansa would’ve realised how much Jon being there hurt. And I’m sure, despite the fact that Robb and Arya loved Jon, there will be a part of them that feels for their mother and what she has to go through being forced to see Jon each day.
Yes, Catelyn’s treatment of Jon was not good, but it certainly could’ve been worse. Imagine if she was Cersei, Lysa, Selyse or even Olenna or Margaery. None of them would tolerate their husband’s bastard in their home, threatening their trueborn children. In fact, when Robert was considering bringing Mya to court, Cersei told him the city was not safe for her, implying that she would harm her. Cersei would’ve had Jon killed the moment he arrived in Winterfell. Did Catelyn ever harm Jon? No, she didn’t. Jon’s treatment by Catelyn is far nicer than what any other woman would’ve given him. Jon’s childhood wasn’t the best, but in comparison to other bastards, he got very lucky.
Take a look at the other bastards we see on the show: Gendry had absolutely no idea that his father was the King. He has a better claim to the throne than Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella but he didn’t know about it because Robert didn’t even bother to claim him. Ramsay is only brought to the Dreadfort after Domeric dies because Roose has no trueborn sons and, at that point, no wife. Otherwise Roose would’ve left Ramsay with his mother and Reek. Neither grew up among family, whereas Jon did, so in that aspect he is very lucky.
I’d also like to point out, that Jon was not the only victim of Ned bringing him to Winterfell and naming him bastard. Catelyn was also a victim in this choice. She was wed to a man she didn’t want to marry and didn’t know, but she still did it. She would’ve been under a lot of pressure to produce an heir considering House Stark had only two living males, one about to go to war and the other very young. But she did that, gave her husband the male heir that House Stark needed. And then she gets to Winterfell after birthing a child while Ned fights a war, she finds that Jon is already there. That really hurt her. Furthermore, he looks more like Ned whereas Robb looks like her and she worries that the Northerners will see Jon as more of a Stark than Robb. Then, when she begins to make a bit of peace at Winterfell, she calmly asks Ned about Jon’s mother, which she is within her rights to do, and he shouts at her to the point of frightening her, probably making the situation worse. Ned was only looking out for his nephew’s wellbeing, but he could see what his choice did to both Cat and Jon and chose not to tell her the truth, making BOTH Jon and Catelyn the victims.
In a modern day society, if this happened, she would’ve divorced Ned, as most other women would. A husband/boyfriend coming home with another woman’s baby and forcing you to live with it would definitely make you leave, but she doesn’t have that potion and instead has to see Jon everyday so it’s a massive slap in the face to her.
I realise I’ve gone on a lot here but I just have a lot of feelings about this and I’ve probably repeated myself but it just annoys me when people hate Catelyn for this one thing and can’t see what an amazing, well-rounded character she is. Yes, she has flaws, and her ignoring Jon is one of them, but I love characters who have flaws, it’s what makes them human. That’s why Catelyn, Theon, Sandor etc. all appeal to me. So, yes, I do love Jon but that doesn’t mean I can’t love Catelyn too. This post might make me receive hate since Catelyn is hated by some fans but I just wanted to explain why I love her in spite of the Jon Snow situation, and explain that I can post about whatever character I want.
Well, saying that you'd like whatever they release no matter what is not only biased, but also immature. I constantly see people commenting on their visuals and their fan service and that's ok, but seriously dudes, Bangtan are all about the music and I feel like they'd appreciate us more for being objective and criticising them whenever there's need to (I don't particularly like DNA either, the rest of the album sounds good, though) than for idolising them relentlessly. Just saying. I wouldn't
honestly go around boasting about “being fed for days no matter what they release”. Let’s just be more mature, yeah? This is not specifically directed at you, Mari, I know you were reblogging as a joke and that you’re better than that. This is just in general. I wish we could all just chill a little 😅
It has nothing to do with being mature or not, though? The thing is, we all have the right to enjoy whatever we want, and we are in our right to have a particular taste. I do admit I am biased, that I have a broad taste that allows me to like a LOT of music (personally speaking, it’s hard for me to dislike a song) and I’m not ashamed of that - generic or not, flawed or not, their music will always appeal to me because I trust them and their abilities, because yes, I love them, and I have been following them enough time to know that they have what it takes to produce something good (and I never said perfect).
That said, I am no musical expert, and I’m not going to pretend I am. Even if I wanted to criticize their music, I would not be able to because I am simply not apt for it. I am sure I would find flaws if I had the experience and the knowledge, but even so, is it that wrong to enjoy something just because it is not a musical masterpiece? It is just like saying people cannot enjoy my works because I still have a whole lot to improve on. I am sure you enjoy books that are flawed, that you have your guilty pleasure movies, that you like to read your fanfic from amateur authors. Are you going to tell me it’s disrespectful and immature to enjoy all of that, despite its flaws? Are you going to tell me that I am an immature, blinded fan because I am not acting like an stern critic and I am not looking for flaws in every art form?
Me saying that I would love absolutely everything BTS puts out is not the same as idolizing everything they do or being completely blinded by my love for them. I never said I thought their music was perfect, or that I thought every song of theirs was absolutely flawless. But I still love it all, I still enjoy it and have fun with their music, and I will be passionate about it for many years to come.
And like I said, I still respect people’s opinions and I don’t mind if someone else dislikes the comeback or thinks differently than I do. Now there’s where your maturity as a fan shows, not in your tastes or your opinion in music. Being a mature fan is all about respect.
And I know you didn’t send this ask as an attack. But telling people who have not started any sort of fight (because the post did not insult anyone in any way), people who are only spreading a harmless joke, to “chill”.. well, I would tell you exactly the same. You’re creating drama out of a post that never meant to spread negativity in the first place. So yes, let’s chill, please :)