I decided to draw Citron….I’ve probably had to fix everything about 20 times…
I like how it’s coming together…….
I’ve had about 50 breakdowns since beginning this.
*crying in the corner drenched in my own tears*
But how do we know that David Productions even plans on doing Vento Aureo?
The pact has been made, the contract must be honoured.
Joking aside, it would have made sense to end the anime adaptation at part 3, seeing as it’s kind of the definitive part, and has an ending that stands on its own; while unfortunate, it would have been a totally understandable and acceptable place to end things.
Adapting 20-odd years of material probably isn’t cheap or very viable, no matter how cool it is, and a lot of anime does stand to promote the preexisting product (ie the manga).
New people watching the anime want more? Well lucky you, go read the manga. Gets you new fans and breathes some more life into an old product. Of course, this sort of practice is way more irritating when the anime only adapts part of the story, and clearly leaves stuff unresolved.
Part 4 was more something that people cautiously hoped for until it was officially confirmed, given that it’s (apparently) not as comparatively popular as other parts in Japan.
However, since that part has been adapted, it only makes sense to follow up on it, right? There’s a few sketches circulating (they look similar to how the keys are drawn), but I can’t seem to find the twitter source any more. Of course, there’s fanart from staff members circulating, anyway, so that mightn’t be a certainty, either, and it’s just more stuff being drawn for fun.
Others are saying that figures being put back into production, and new ones being made, are also an indicator! And of course there’s that good old sign in the background of the Great Days OP.
But yeah, I dunno, even if we don’t know how long it’ll be, it feels like the chances are pretty high.
If I don’t treat it like a certainty, I don’t know if my heart can take it.
pisses me off, when the black sails fandom doesn’t agree with where the story
is going, so they claim it’s just bad writing. Like, how dare you? I get the
story is dark and violent and the end is probably going to be a shitshow, but
that’s what we’ve been in for since the beginning. Besides have you been paying
attention to what sort of shit is being aired lately?
before have I seen a show, that would have such deep and comprehensive writing,
such involvement with its characters and their development. Even the good stuff
I’ve watched had many unnecessary scenes just to pass time, thoughtless writing or bad acting at
some point, but with black sails every single detail is always perfect.
of the female characters is the best I’ve seen so far. They could have written
them as most similar shows do - as strong cunning wives who are in charge of men,
without them knowing it (alright, maybe except for grandma Guthrie). But no, they
fucking LEAD THE SHOW, with no compromises. (Max creating herself with nothing
else but her wits and refusing to stand behind a husband for appearances. Anne
being a fierce pirate who can literally kill anyone that gets in her way- and
they are still sooo much more than that)
her decision not to take the deal even if that threatens Silvers life- it
wasn’t shown as a sacrifice nor as a lack of affection towards him. If it were
truly badly written, she would feel the same as silver does, but she is much
stronger than him. She is simply someone who believes in freedom and would
selflessly give everything up, not only for the benefit of her people, but for everyone who was opressed by the colonial rule. Something that is completely incomprehensible to a colonial shit like rogers.
of black sails did not just try to include diversity in the show for ratings or
baiting groups of audiences- they’ve built the whole damn story upon it.
and the cast have brought characters and their stories to life in a way i have
never seen before, and I’m really afraid that I will never see anything quite
like it again.
So, no matter
how this ends i would like to say how much I appreciate this show (and the
amazing cast of course) and I hope everyone else in this fandom does too.
Shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t look like they belong on the street style blogs, shout-out to girls with hijab that are not fashionistas, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t have strong eyeliner game, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t wear any makeup, shout-out to plus sized girls with hijab that feels like no hijab suits your face shape, shout-out to girls with hijab that gets catcalled on the street despite the coverings, shout-out to girls with hijab that have to remove so many pins when they’re shopping for clothes, shout-out to girls with hijab that are having a bad hijab day where everything is wrong and you feel like you just look plain messy, y'all look beautiful today. Thanks.
It was a Hogwarts reunion, and Harry was standing on his own, away from the crowd with a butterbeer in hand. He hadn’t wanted to come, actually, because Ron and Hermione were still away on their honeymoon and Luna was on her Women’s Rights project tour thing that Harry kept forgetting the name of, and he had trouble recognizing anyone’s faces. (Or he didn’t want to.)
He almost contemplated leaving all-together when he suddenly spotted the last person he wanted to see - Draco Malfoy.
Something twisted in his gut.
He hadn’t seen Draco since their last… date? (Could it be called a date? When all they had done was make out and, well, had sloppy handjobs?) That had been almost two years ago.
Before Harry could drop his beer and run, Draco had turned around, his face turning to one of absolute glee - fuck. He’d been spotted.
“Potter!” Draco called, and he quickly made his way through the crowd. The closer he got the angrier Harry felt, because fuck, Draco hadn’t changed at all, just as tall and smug and frankly, the prettiest guy Harry’d had the misfortune to meet. “Fancy that.”
“Draco,” Harry mumbled, tipping his glass forward in a way of saying, cheers, “fancy that.”
Draco was wearing this tight excuse for a jeans, hugging him in all the right places - or the wrong ones, depending on who’d you ask - and his shirt was almost obscene, so small it made Harry want to rip it off. (With his teeth.) And, fuck, he was still so tall, almost four inches taller than he was, and it wasn’t fair, it was as if Draco wanted to rub it in his face that he was better, smarter, sexier than Harry could ever dream to be.
“So,” Draco said after a while of uncomfortable silence, “why did you never floo me?”
Harry whipped his head up to look at him. If he didn’t know any better, it seemed as if Draco was nervous. “What?”
“You never floo’d me.” He grinned, his eyes not cooperating. “We had that date, which had gone pretty well, and you said you’d get in contact, but…”
“Oh.” Harry quickly averted his gaze, his heart in his throat. How to explain to Draco, without sounding like a complete embarrassing idiot, why he’d never had the guts to contact him again?
Draco sighed deeply, leaning against the wall behind them, and Harry wanted to drool at the sight of him but dammit Harry now is not the time - “No need to spare my feelings, Potter, it’s fine -”
“No, no!” Harry took a deep breath, averting his gaze again. It was an embarrassing reason, but Draco deserved to know. Right? “I… look, you were a sex god, alright?”
Draco choked on his laughter, “what?”
“I’m serious.” Harry looked back at him, unable to hide a smile. “You were all legs and smirks and confidence, and - god, it felt thrilling, alright? The date… fuck, Draco,” he shook his head, knowing he was rambling now but he couldn’t help it, not with Draco looking at him like that, “your kiss, it felt like a wet dream come true.”
Draco pushed himself off the wall, his expression unreadable. “Then why didn’t you floo me?”
“Because I..” Harry cleared his throat, averting his eyes again. He wanted to look at Draco, but god, did it hurt. “You looked like that while I’m. Well.” He laughed bitterly, gesturing to himself. “While I look like this. I didn’t understand how you could’ve enjoyed this, other than just to, I don’t know, be able to say that you ‘did it’ with the savior. So I saved myself the trouble of getting my heart broken and -”
Then, suddenly, faster than Harry could call out, Draco had him pinned against the wall - his hands beside Harry’s head, his knee pressed between Harry’s legs and his face so close it was all Harry could see.
“What,” Draco said, no - growled, his eyes almost glowing with anger. “You don’t get to decide how I feel about you, you don’t get to walk away without -”
“Draco,” Harry interrupted, wanting to sound as angry but unable to find the strength because Draco was all around him, and no matter what happened, that still took his breath away. “Don’t -”
“Don’t what, Potter?” Draco’s eyes glinted. “You say you’re not good enough for me?”
“I -” well, yes.
“That you’re not sexy enough for me? That I’ll drop you as soon as I realize that you’re not beautiful enough?”
Harry opened his mouth, only to close it again. Well, yes.
Draco growled again, a sound so deep in his chest that Harry could feel it in his bones. “How dare you,” he threatened, leaning in closer and closer, “you idiot. You are the most infuriatingly dense git I have ever met.” Draco’s eyes were shining, almost mad, and Harry should just walk away but he couldn’t, he was trapped but he wanted to be, because fuck, it was Draco. “You, Potter,” he seethed, “are the most beautiful git I have ever seen.”
Harry shivered. “Draco, don’t -”
“Shut up.” Draco’s face was now so close Harry could feel his breath, could hear his heartbeat. “You don’t get to say how I feel about you, you idiot, not when you are so incredibly wrong. You call me a sex god,” he snorted, “while you look like the bloody sexiest guy I’ve -”
“Draco, please.” Harry felt like he had never been this red in his life. “Stop, I -”
“Stop?” He laughed, almost giddy with anger. “I’m afraid I can’t, sweetheart,” his hands turned to grip Harry’s hair in a tight grip, his hips snapping forward to grind with Harry’s, “not as if my life depended on it.”
Then Draco’s lips were on his, hot and needy and harsh, almost desperate, and Harry’s knees sagged.
Every time its always Dean who ‘makes the call’ to Cas, how Sam knows this is the deal.
Every time Dean moves away from Sam, or waits for him to go, then calls.
How Dean was so confused in 10x21 when he picked up Sam’s phone and Cas was calling it. How when they do talk have clearly been on the phone for a while and right at the end, when in front of Sam, Dean switches to the case and ends with a perfunctory ‘ok let us know’ or ‘keep us posted’ (most recent example 12x13) ….
It reminds me of how open Dean was on the phone with Cas when Sam wasn’t there in 12x02.
How it’s been shown that they clearly call and text in between those that we see on camera.
It reminds me of his physical reactions, side glancing at Sam when they’re on speakerphone, straightening himself and the conversation out when it might digress because Sam is there….
Exactly how he reacted when he was caught off guard and grinning over the idea of cute fluffy koalas and had to immediately pull his face back to neutral once he realised.
“The first draft of my vows - which I wrote the day after we got engaged - clocked in at around seventy pages. But I don’t have them with me today… Here’s what I’ll say, then. The things you have done for me - to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy - go above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.” “I love you and I like you.”
When it was revealed in @zarla-s’ handplates that Doctor Gaster was using the bros’ plates to track them, some folks wondered if they couldn’t just remove their hands to avoid detection when they escape. This comic shows why that would be a terrible idea, but let’s just handwave that for a minute and imagine what would happen if that plan actually worked. I just kept getting this scene in my head and cracking up so I had to draw it. Where did Sans even learn that gesture…
I’m sure if Papyrus had thought of it, he would’ve fashioned his hand into a thumbs up to show there’s no hard feelings. :P