Because Why Not - Blog Posts
hc that you have to know atleast four languages to graduate underground from UA, so while hizashi only knows japanes and english (& a little duolingo french but does that even count), shouta had to learn korean, russian, english, and mandarin, although he can't write in mandarin anymore because it doesent need to be used in hero work as much.
I regret to inform me that I am in fact stupid
The basic background-
This website is too mobile focused these days. Reblog and tell me what your desktop/laptop background is.
Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess was the first game my parents let me play (Because my brother already had it). I like the Twili a lot :)
I loved it, thanks for tagging me Fairy!~
i found this piccrew and its cute as hell so im making a chain out of it
im gonna tag @oni-girx @paradise-creator and @micahwritesstuff @tangirlisfangirl as well as anyone else who wanrs to make this!! its torally an optional thing
I HAVE AN IDEA
ok hear me out....I want Star Wars and twisted wonderland crossover. like bad batch and twisted wonderland for example. I want someone to draw fanart or write a fanfic about it.
I want to see something, Reblog if you're older than 13 and younger than 25.
In honor of the winning bugs of the Hemipteran bug race! In first place we have the loud and proud cicada, in second we have the springy and spirited leafhopper, and in third we have the threateningly named assassin bug! Here are close-ups of the bugs with their medals!
Thank you to everyone who voted! ❤️❤️❤️
Bug race, but it’s true bugs only
Cicada (photo by Shannon Potter on Unsplash)
Leafhopper (photo by Mariusz Dabrowski on Unsplash)
Stink bug (photo by Erik Karits on Unsplash)
Wheel bug (photo by Steven Van Elk on Unsplash)
Assassin bug (photo by Gustavo Fernando Durán on Flickr)
Sounds like Pacific Rim plot, y'all
Guillermo del Toro, I always appreciated your monsterfucker insights, but now you reached the highest level of respect I ever gave anyone
People who think this planet was created for humans to be ours are so wild to me
I LOVE GYFTROT!!! They don't show up much, unfortunately. So gotta pick at scraps to get a clue on their character
but look at THEM!! LOOOKK!!!!
this quick doodle doesn't do them justice but I love this sucker to bits. Design-wise, they are my all-time favorite out of Undertale
I love their big fake eyes with their real eyes being on their horns! And their angry expression to try and likely scare others off so they can have their peace and quiet. Darn those kids who keep putting decorations on them. They just want relaxation!
Love the vagueness of the Pacifist ending where it just says they've obtained their peace and quiet. Does that mean they skedaddled off into the woods and were never seen again? Who knows!
(yes I would lift someone up to heaven's gates if they discussed Gyftrot with me and tell me things I may have not picked up on)
quick Gyftrot sketch from my au since I haven't been posting much. Oopsies. My bad!! Haven't been sleeping much so it ruined my sleep schedule
i never ever stop thinking about sokka and yue. THEM.
also ASTRONAUT SOKKA. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
presenting: "There's a Star-Man, Waiting In The Sky," by quillthrills on ao3
a flash-fiction atla modern AU in which yue passes away from cancer early in life, and sokka becomes an astronaut so that he can go to space and be close to the moon she always loved so much ☾
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“Y’know,” Yue turned back to Sokka, smiling softly, her features bathed softly in starlight. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be up there, alongside the moon.” She reached down, gently picking up another chocolate dipped strawberry, her arm of silver bracelets clanking together.
“Not sure how much I’d trust you in space.” Sokka raised an eyebrow as he leaned in to kiss away the spot of chocolate caught in the edge of Yue’s full lips. He shot her a teasing grin. “Looks like you can’t even properly finish your food.”
She shot him a glare, shoving him sideways onto the picnic blanket. “You know what I mean.” Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as she gazed up at the moon. “Can’t you imagine how beautiful it must be up there?”
“Yeah,” Sokka almost whispered the words, his eyes never leaving her face. “It must be breathtaking .”
Yue turned back to him again, her brow slightly creased now, as her once-soft tone became strained. “When I die, I hope to go up there.”
“That won’t be for a long time.” Sokka had intended the words to be decisive, but his voice shook as his eyes drifted back at the white-and-blue paper bracelet around Yue’s too-thin wrist, the hospital blotting out the stars behind them.
She only tipped her head, smiled in that sympathetic, selfless way she had. “I will, Sokka. You know I will.” She raised that same bracelet-wearing arm skyward, her fingers tracing the moon in a soft caress. “And when I do, you’ll find me up there .”
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Sokka adjusted his helmet, his gloved, bulky hands reaching out to the button- speckled dashboard before him. He moved his way across the sparkling lights as if he’d been born aboard a spacecraft, but his hands still shook. They’d been shaking since he’d awoken that day.
It felt as though he’d been anxious to arrive since he and the other astronauts had boarded three days before. He’d been counting down the hours meticulously, pacing back and forth, so much so that another one of the crew members, Suki, had warily suggested he take a couple extra hours rest that night. When he did sleep, it was dreamless, light.
The first time Sokka had felt truly awake was when that beautiful silver sphere of light and crystalline rock drifted into view of the viewport early that morning. Since then, he’d been glowing with excitement, fighting tears with every minute. With every mile they came closer, and he could swear he saw her, her smile, her lips, her essence in the hills and valleys of the moon ahead. Yue’s photo was tucked into the frame of his helmet, and in the corner of his eye, he swore he could see her smile softly at him as the ship finally began landing procedure. With the gentle whoosh of the airlock, Sokka finally allowed himself a moment to cry.
As heavy boots pressed into the dust and rocks of the almost untouched heavenly body, a boy wept, reunited with the love of his life once more, if only for a moment.
check out this fic, and the rest of my works, on ao3 here ->
screenshot redraws my beloved
original under the cut
further clarification: i have outlined aforementioned screenplay, drawn up characters extensively, and am forgoing all other writing projects
there's something fascinating about how tarantino describes his storytelling process and artistic vision. the way he articulates the deliberate choices he makes and the importance of their effect demonstrates the depth of his understanding as a director and writer. he gets you think about his work, analyze the various possibilities with the freedom to draw your own conclusions, and even seek it out again to view it through a new lens, which is probably the best reception to get from audiences. he said that wanted people to watch his movies and be inspired to make their own and he absolutely nailed it. massive respect
"cherik got married in paris and then-" they spent the rest of their lives playing chess and having heated political debates that ended in aggressively making out and lived happily ever after. the end.