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Of heroes and villains

I spend almost the entire holidays working on this comic, but now it’s finally finished. The downside: it’s 22 pics long and I can only fit 10 in one post, so I gotta put the rest in the reblogs.

Hi! If you don't mind me asking, is there somewhere I can read your fanfictions/au's? Thanks!

as of yet no not really, i started writhing but stopped due to depression and personal problems. but if you guys are really interested in my a.us please list them and ill wright a one shot with art to accompany them.

Encanto au 

based of off @renrenlady and their papa Bruno au and this post 

Mirabel madrigal is the daughter of the cursed prophet and this lead to her childhood before her door ceremony to be a little rough. shes not hurt in any way but she dose hear people talk bad about her papa. 

on her fifth birthday the door doesn't turn to ash, instead it turns to gold dust and cause the house to light up as casita leads her to alma’s door witch is glowing even more. once the small five year old touches the door it changes. 

this lead to the little girl and the family's relishing that shes the next candle barer. ( their is more to that ) 

alma dear alma freaks out because she didn't choose her. she didn't want a child to take care of the candle much less Bruno's child. how could she be good for the encanto ? this leads to her asking bruno about it and to see how this change  affects the magic. taints it. how shes connected to the magic. so he leaves but not before saying good buy to his daughter and leaving her a good buy note with a vision plate. its the plate related to his wife and how they meet. this leads to the five year old growing up knowing who her dad is and unfortunately being semi raised by her tia’s. being the next head of house hold leads to her learning how to be the best version of herself and semi ignored by her abuela. not because she hated but because she looks to much like bruno. 

cue mira’s younger years learning how to do everything under the sun she could to be a good leader and her listing to the village. 

when Antonio comes mira is ready and willing to help her tia/mama. due to mira relying on both her tia’s she sees her cousins as her siblings. 

instead of running into the room and screaming about the magic she asks her siblings/ cousins if they noticed anything. this lead to a sibling adventure on saving the magic. on this adventure the each slowly lose thier powers or already lose said powers and are trying to get it back. 

they only get it back after opining up and talking about their trauma and coming to a understanding and making a support system amongst themselves. this is due to their miracle being reinvigorated by a healthier family bond until they are back in castia’s main halls and the cracks return. 

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

what if marionette wasn't lady bug ? what if Adrien wasn't chat nori ? what if kagami had the black cat ring ? what if Adrien got the lady bug ear rings ? what if Marinette and Adrien had a sibling like dynamic ?  what if the dupan-changs pulled a batman adopted the sad blond ?  

an a.u where adrien is given a huge responsibility and a family  who helps him learn what it means to have support and love, while kagami gets a taste of rebellion and freedom 

listen Adrien is abused and i whole heartedly want this boy to be happy but like ..... that guy did my boy and girl dirty. 

Miraculous Multimouse and Viperion : the tails of the unlucky cat ( name still a working progress)

Destruction and creation have always been together since the beginning. With the cat Miraculous in the wrong hand's it's up to Frances newest hero's to stop the evil chatte.

Marinette is your average every day girl who goes to a private school for artist. But a that changes when she has to find the ladybug Miraculous and get the cat Miraculous back as well as a few others.

At least this Miraculous mouse isn't alone 

AO3

Chapter 1: Origins part 1

 "So...what are you ?" A figure hidden in the shadows of a moonlit room asked as a small black floating cat-like creature. The only color that was able to be seen was brilliant emerald green eyes. In the figure’s hands was a black ring and a single red with black spotted earing. It looked similar to a ladybug and was small in size. The black floating cat would remain silent as it looked down at the small single ladybug looking earring. " Plagg I'm not asking again I need a straight answer. " The shadowed figure’s voice was authoritative but firm.

".... I'm a kwami and that is my Miraculous...kawai have the ability to grant the user of their miraculous abilities to animal.  I can grant my user powers of misfortune and chaos due to my nature as a black cat.... That's the ladybug Miraculous, it can grant luck and creation. When brought together, they give the user ultimate power. I don't advice using it ...the cost is often to high a price, " the shadowed figure then turn its head to the window before humming almost in a calculating like manner." Kwami… can they feel pain if their inside their Miraculous ?"

That one line made Plagg growl lowly, making no move. " Not that I know of. " the figure resolved to stand up before placing the earrings in a locket around their neck and hid it under their shirt.

" How do I use your powers ?" . The small black cat god refused to say something for a few minutes before answering reluctantly "’Claws out’ to transform and ‘claws in’ detransform," he said in a somber tone waiting for his new user to use him and start havoc, only to be surprised when they patted his head lightly and walked out of the room. "We'll talk more tomorrow...but for now I have some things I need to look into. " They left Plagg alone in the cloud moonlit room. His normally playful gaze would be blank due to the worry being the most prominent thing in his gaze as well as suspicion. Just what type of holder does he have...and how could he get that part of Tikki’s Miraculous back. " Forgive me sugar cube... " He mumbled in a somber tone.

                         🐁

A young girl around fourteen with dark blue hair would grown as she moved to sit up. Her expression would be similar to someone who hasn't slept in days. Maybe she has or maybe she hasn't slept enough. Her bluebell eyes would faintly adjust to the light seeping into her room as she smiled almost In a gentle manner. She finally woke up by herself!

What a accomplishment. The young girl would quickly move around the room getting her things ready. Frantic movement was seen from the young girl as she put on a uniform for a very prestigious art school. Her uniform consisted of a pleated gray plaid skirt, a navy blue jacket;and pink tights. Her shoes were Marie Jane shoes that were simple and easy to get on.

Shed stop for a moment before grabbed a broach she made for herself. She remembered how her grandmother gave the single earring to to her and told her how ladybugs meet good luck. Ever since she got it, she felt warm and positive energy coming from the earring, almost as if it was alive.

After her grandmother left on another one of her many adventures, Marinette gathered her materials and made the single earring a broach.

Marinette quickly placed it in on her blazer before running down the stars, grabbing a box of freshly baked sweets, kissing her mother's and father's cheek and running out the store "Bye mom! Bye dad! I'm off to school!" she yelled,  not stopping for anything until she got to the stoplight. She'd would then noticed a old man crossing the road. In a panic and fear she dropped her pastries and moved to pull the old man to the side she was on.

Unfortunately for the young girl, she tripped once she got the man to the other side causing some of the sweets to fall all over to place. The box ended up on her head while some of the sweets ended up on her lap and around her. "Are you alright mister?" she asked smiling as she looked a little distressed. " Yes, I am. Thank you. " he said, smiling as he took a baked good out of the box and took a bite, his eyes lingering on the ladybug-like earring incorporated in the brooch. He watched as the young girl moved to pick up what was left of the baked goods and took off running. His expression was one of someone who had found something he lost.

                          🐍

Luka Couffaine hummed softly as he walked towards his school. His dark blue blazer and his shirt were open, his headphones on as he continued to walk to school at a slow and leisurely pace since he wasn't in any hurry. After all he was late anyways well...at least he knew he would be. He'd stopped walking once he felt a small figure rush into him from behind. Blinking in bewilderment he looked down at a blue hair girl who had her hair in a bun and wore the same uniform as him.

"I-I’m sorry! H-how clumsy of me ! Um...I didn't hurt you right? Please tell me I didn't hurt you! Oh, it’s my first day at school and I'm already being clumsy!" The girl said as she rambled, looking flustered and distracted. To Luka, he couldn't help but find it cute after she apologized, so he decided to help her along.

" No worries, I'm alright, though it kinda looking like your pastries aren't," he said, calmly watching as she sighed.

"It's fine, they kinda got squished due to my clumsiness..." she said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Luka Couffaine," he said, holding out his hand, catching her attention again.  "Should I call you clumsy since that's what you said or - ?" He joked like the slight flush on the blue haired girl’s face.

"O-oh n-no no no no ! I'm, I’m just Ma-Ma—”

“Ma-ma?”

“—Marinette! That is—” Marinette turns red, “That’s my name! Marinette—I’m just Marinette!”

" Well just Ma-Ma-Marinette, it's nice to meet you, " Luka said as he smiled down at the flustered Marinette, who then pulled out one of the two macaroons to him.

"Again...I'm really sorry," she said, before moving to run again, heading for school, only stopping once she got into the classroom she was meant to be in. Surprisingly she made it just in time.  She'd looked around the class, noticing a few kids were already here. Two that caught her attention were a blonde male and female they looked slightly alike. The female had a long braid while the male had his hair combed back, making him look professional. Slightly nervous, Marinette played with the ribbon in her hair holding her bun before sitting down in a random seat.

still not over how much I love this

Let’s talk about The Mummy (1999)

Someone was talking at me yesterday about this movie and I was getting riled so I decided to go full rant. Specifically in regards to the feminist podcast that slammed it.

I don’t even remember which podcast it was, but I am still rankled and baffled that any “feminism in movies” podcast could jump to anything but “this movie is phenomenal.”

First of all, even just discussing the overall quality: sure, it might not have been groundbreaking with its cgi or plot twists. But back in the 90s, that wasn’t the standard of measure like it is now (and even now is a shitty standard that needs to die). This movie was light and funny and yet hit all the right beats to maintain the dire stakes needed to make it a compelling action flick.

Its characters are fully realized and entirely distinct from each other. Even those treated with a broader brush, such as the Americans, were charismatic enough that we were fully invested in their fate. The entire cast of characters were real people with real impact and real agency.

The script is quotable and fucking hilarious. There are gems from literally every single character. Rick and Evie have actual chemistry, aided by Rachel Weisz’s natural magnetism and Brendan Frasier’s career-long knack for acting utterly charmed with his female costars.

Actually, let’s talk about Rick O'Connell for a second. This is peak 90s Brendan Frasier. He is absolutely GORGEOUS, suave, and cool, rugged and handsome. He is the epitome of the 1920s adventure hero. Dear god I want to kiss those casting directors. But for all his general peak masculinity? He’s feminist as fuck. He is equally dumbstruck by Evie as she is by him, and it’s wholly evident that it’s more than a “oh no she’s hot” thing.

How do we know?

He steals her some tools to dig with. This gift demonstrates that he a) has identified her passion for archaeology, b) has recognized her proficiency in the field, despite it not being explicitly stated on screen, and c) sees a chance to restore her full and active participation in the discovery of Hamunaptra.

There is never a moment where Rick assumes to be the leader of the expedition. He is the weapons expert, the muscle–and he knows it. Better than that, he’s totally okay with it. He follows Evie’s lead in all things.

Another favorite moment of mine is when they’re facing off with the American team on Day 1, and Evie realizes there’s a chamber underneath Anubis they could use to excavate the statue. She puts her hand on Rick’s arm, looks him in the eye, and says very deliberately “there are other places to dig.” And he yields, instantly.

By comparison, see the way the Americans treat their workers and guide.

Does he groan about his work being made exponentially harder as a result? Nope. And that’s a recurring theme in his behavior the entire goddamn movie. The only time he is in charge is when a situation is in his wheelhouse– namely, combat and rescue. And it deserves mentioning that the majority of the time that he’s in charge, Evie is not present.

Meanwhile, Evie– her adventurer’s spirit chafing in an academia that dismisses her for her gender– is an absolute marvel. She is visually coded as being very feminine (she’s in dresses and long hair most of the film), but that fact in no way detracts from her competence and agency.

She is consistently protrayed as a fully capable expert in egyptology and there is never a single moment where she waffles on what to do. Even when she’s the damsel in distress, she actively makes the choice to be so because she weighs the potential outcomes and decides doing so provides their best chance of success.

Evie is never the passive victim. She is constantly brash, constantly scheming, and saves the lives of her would-be rescuers mid-abduction. And when her brother (who is the failure of the family, against type) needs help with translation, she correctly translates for him while being throttled by a mummified priestess.

When I first saw this film, I was too young to realize how novel it was. Back then, all I knew was that it was just a good time. But now as an adult– an adult acutely aware of the treatment female characters have gotten in the twenty years since– I marvel at the respect with which the writers and directors treated Evie.

I marvel at how tender Rick was allowed to be, despite his rugged adventurer archetype.

The Mummy (1999) is peak storytelling. It doesn’t try to outsmart the audience, but rather lays out a consistent, coherent narrative that gives the characters and viewers room to breathe. It invests the audience enough to care whether the characters succeed in their goals.

The Mummy (1999) does it right. It’s the reason that any talk of the Tom Cruise version gets an immediate eyeroll from me, because whatever modern grimdark grit they shove into a story about a mummy cannot compare to the reliable and timeless entertainment of the 1999 adaptation.

All modern media should aspire to be the kind of film that The Mummy (1999) is.

july ‘19 vs september ‘19 

So I've noticed !

That dad for one has two different three.takes on all for one as a dad.

The first is toxic ! Dad for one! Its were the aspects of his love for family are explored as well as how his treatment of others is truly and throughly seen . Its quite terrifying.

The other is dorky dad for one where he's trying to move on from being evil. He loves dad jokes and more often then not scares all might with his evil voice.

I love both.

Both are good to explore and make amazing story's. I hope i can master writing both

YOU hates terfs

Angsty Romantic Cliches I’m a Slut For 

Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body

Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest

One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room

The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly

“I thought I lost you” hugs

“Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other

The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 

The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done

I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours

A last desperate “I love you!” 

A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Bandaging each other’s wounds

Both of them injured, and waking up beside each other

Trope: Enemy to Caretaker

See also: Unconventional Caretakers.

Reasons Why I Love This Trope So Goddamn Much (not anywhere near a description of the totality of my feelings on this topic, but a start):

- The vulnerability.  The sheer terror of being exposed in front of someone you hate (who hates you).  The panic and stoicism of attempting to cover up the pain until it’s too much.  Until you can’t.  Until the agony is worse than letting them see your tears.

- The mistrust.  The constant second-guessing.  The suspicion of every move they make.  The concocting of escape plans, one after the other, because how can you tell the difference between being restrained for your own good and being captured?  The cuffs sure look the same.

- The surrender.  Hitting rock bottom.  Watching you give in and knowing that you’ve given up on everything because if you can’t fight against your enemy, you can’t fight against anyone.

- The unexpected compassion.  A hand where you expect a fist.  A bandage where you expect a break.  Snappish words and voices raised in anger and understanding, finally, that their bark is worse than their bite.

- The lack of safety.  There is no one to catch you when you fall.  No one who’s safe, who’s reliable, who’s trustworthy.  You are hurt and alone and you curl up and wait for the blow.  The slow relearning of trust.  The hesitant steps towards hope.  (The shattering, sometimes.)

Enemy.  To.  Goddamn.  Caretaker.

Please.

Okay but may i add that if he did do villainy he would probably have five different ways to take out each hero since he watches all their fights.

Why Izuku Midoriya is a Hero

It is not because he has always wanted to be one. No it is because if he was a villain there would be no hope for the Heroes.

You’ve heard of “Fake Dating.” Now get ready for

Fake Family

1. “This guy is being a creep and won’t leave me alone. Will you pretend to be my overprotective older brother for five minutes?”

2. “The nurse said only family was allowed back here, so I told her we were siblings. Just go along with it.”

3. “That person asked if I was your S/O. I’m sick of people not believing when I say we’re friends, so I said we were siblings.”

4. “I’m your bodyguard, but the event you’re going to does not allow bodyguards, so I’m now your sibling.”

5. “I was on a date, and the person made me uncomfortable, so I told them my parent was a cop. Only problem: My parents are dead, and you’re the only cop I know. Help?”

6. “We have a very elaborate story of how we’re related that we tell everyone when they meet us. No one has any idea that it isn’t true.” 

7. “I told someone we were siblings, but we look nothing alike, so you said I was adopted. Now they want to have dinner with my family… Are your parents good at lying?”

8. “We always joke that we’re siblings, but someone didn’t realize we were joking, so now we’re seeing how far we can carry this out.”

9. “Our organization is extremely covert, but your friends have caught me at your place a few times picking you up. I just found out that you’ve been telling them I’m your hysterical aunt who calls you every time she has a new heartbreak. Really? You couldn’t come up with a less embarrassing cover?” 

10. “Look, I love you, too, but if you keep telling people you’re my grandchild, I’m going to scream. I’m not that old, you know?”

- slams hand down on the table -

So mandolin culture is fucken awesome. Not only do they love and care for family or clans they also care about thier kid's and take in foundlings. But i have to ask. What happens when a child is force sensitive ? Do they like get protective of said child since the possibility of them being tacken can and will happen ? Dose the whole clan prepare for a fight?

I need to know.

One of the things I love about Mandalorian culture is that it basically involves loving who ever you want, raising as many kids as you want, wearing cool body armor and flying around on highly unreliable jetpacks, and trying to shoot a space wizard who can send bullets back at you which is peak herbo/himbo culture. But seriously you don't get in trouble for picking a laser sword that's the wrong color, being forced to never see your parents as a toddler because you could move blocks with your mind, or never allowed to have family or life outside the Jedi order. One of the things that the EU established is both how family oriented Mando culture and one of the reasons they dislike the Jedi is partially because they force a child to separate from their family.

Writing Tip June 4th

A list of body language phrases.

I’ve included a very comprehensive list, organized by the type of body movement, hand and arm movements, facial expressions etc. In some cases, a phrase fits more than one heading, so it may appear twice. Possible emotions are given after each BL phrase unless the emotion is indicated within the phrase. (They are underlined for emphasis, not due to a hyperlink.)

Note: I’ve included a few body postures and body conditions as they are non-verbal testimony to the character’s physical condition.

Have fun and generate your own ideas.:-)

Eyes, Brows and Forehead

arched a sly brow:  sly, haughty

blinked owlishly:  just waking, focusing, needs glasses

brows bumped together in a scowl:  worried, disapproving, irritated

brows knitted in a frown: worried, disapproval, thoughtful

bug-eyed:  surprised, fear, horror

cocky wink and confident smile:  over confidence, arrogant, good humor, sexy humor

eyes burned with hatred: besides hatred this might suggest maniacal feelings

eyes flashed: fury, defiance, lust, promise, seduction

eyes rolled skyward: disbelief, distrust, humor

forehead puckered:  thoughtful, worried, irritation

frustration crinkled her eyes

gaze dipped to her décolletage: sexual interest, attraction, lust

gimlet-eyed/narrowed eyes: irritation, thoughtful, mean, angry

gleam of deviltry:  humor, conniving, cunning

kept eye contact but her gaze became glazed: pretending interest where there is none/bordom

narrowed to crinkled slits:  angry, distrust

nystagmic eyes missed nothing (constantly shifting eyes):  Shifty

pupils dilated:  interested, attraction to opposite sex, fear

raked her with freezing contempt

slammed his eyes shut:  stunned, furious, pain

squinted in a furtive manner:  fearful, sneaky

stared with cow eyes:  surprised, disbelief, hopeful, lovestruck

subtle wink:  sexy, humor/sharing a joke, sarcasm

unrelenting stare: distrust, demanding, high interest, unyielding

Place To Place, Stationary Or Posture

ambled away:  relaxed, lazy

barged ahead:  rude, hurried

battled his way through the melee:  desperate, anger, alarm

cruised into the diner:  easy-going, feeling dapper, confident

dawdled alongside the road:  lazy, deliberate delay for motives, unhurried, relaxed

dragged his blanket in the dirt:   sadness/depressed, weary

edged closer to him:  sneaky, seeking comfort, seeking protection, seeking an audience

he stood straighter and straightened his tie:  sudden interest, sexual attraction

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig: demonstrates physical condition – he has to pee

hips rolled and undulated:  sexy walk, exaggerating for sex appeal

hovered over them with malice/like a threatening storm: here it’s malice, but one may hover for many reasons.

hunched over to look shorter:  appear inconspicuous, ashamed of actions, ashamed of height

leaped into action feet hammering the marbled floor:  eager, fear, joyous

long-legged strides:  hurried, impatient

lumbered across:  heavy steps of a big man in a hurry

minced her way up to him: timid, sneaky, insecure, dainty or pretense at dainty

paced/prowled the halls:  worried, worried impatience, impatient, diligently seeking pivoted on his heel and took off:  mistaken and changes direction, following orders, hurried, abrupt change of mind, angry retreat

plodded down the road:  unhurried, burdened, reluctant

practiced sensual stroll:  sexy, showing off

rammed her bare foot into her jeans: angry, rushed

rocked back and forth on his heels: thoughtful, impatiently waiting

sagged against the wall:  exhausted, disappointment

sallied forth:  confident, determined

sashayed her cute little fanny:  confident, determined, angered and determined

shrank into the angry crowd:  fear, insecure, seeking to elude

sketched a brief bow and assumed a regal pose: confident, mocking, snooty, arrogant skidded to an abrupt halt: change of heart, fear, surprise, shock

skulked on the edges of the crowd: sneaky, ashamed, timid

slithered through the door:  sneaky, evil, bad intentions

stormed toward her, pulling up short when: anger with a sudden surprise

swaggered into the class room:  over confident, proud, arrogant, conceited

tall erect posture:  confidence, military bearing

toe tapped a staccato rhythm:  impatience, irritation

tottered/staggered unsteadily then keeled over:  drunk, drugged, aged, ill

waltzed across the floor:  happy, blissful, exuberant, conceited, arrogant

Head Movement

cocked his head:  curiosity, smart-alecky, wondering, thoughtful

cocked his head left and rolled his eyes to right corner of the ceiling:  introspection

droop of his head: depressed, downcast, hiding true feelings

nodded vigorously: eager

tilted her head to one side while listening:  extreme interest, possibly sexual interest

Mouth And Jaw

a lackluster smile:  feigning cheerfulness

cigarette hung immobile in mouth: shock, lazy, uncaring, relaxed casualness

clinched his jaw at the sight:  angered, worried, surprised

curled her lips with icy contempt

expelled her breath in a whose:  relief, disappointment

gagged at the smell: disgust, distaste

gapped mouth stare:  surprised, shock, disbelief

gritted his teeth:  anger, irritation, holding back opinion

inhaled a sharp breath:  surprise, shock, fear, horror

licked her lips:  nervous, sexual attraction

lips primed: affronted, upset, insulted

lips pursed for a juicy kiss

lips pursed like she’d been chewing a lemon rind: dislike, angry, irritated, sarcasm

lips screwed into: irritation, anger, grimace, scorn

lips set in a grim line: sorrow, worried, fear of the worst

pursed her lips:  perturbed, waiting for a kiss

scarfed down the last biscuit:  physical hunger, greed

slack-mouthed:  total shock, disbelief

slow and sexy smile:  attraction, seductive, coy

smacked his lips: anticipation

smile congealed then melted into horror

smile dangled on the corner of his lips: cocky, sexy

smirked and tossed her hair over her shoulder:  conceit, sarcasm, over confident

sneered and flicked lint off his suit: sarcasm, conceit

spewed water and spit: shock

stuck out her tongue: humor, sarcasm, teasing, childish

toothy smile:  eagerness, hopeful

wary smile surfaced on her lips

Nose

nose wrinkled in distaste/at the aroma

nostrils flared:  anger, sexual attraction

nose in the air:  snooty, haughty

Face in General

crimson with fury

handed it over shame-faced

jutted his chin: confident, anger, forceful

managed a deadpan expression:  expressionless

muscles in her face tightened:  unsmiling, concealing emotions, anger, worried

rested his chin in his palm and looked thoughtful

rubbed a hand over his dark stubble:  thoughtful, ashamed of his appearance

screwed up her face:  anger, smiling, ready to cry, could almost be any emotion

sneered and flicked lint off his suit: conceit, derision, scorn

Arm and Hand

a vicious yank

arm curled around her waist, tugging her next to him:  possessive, pride, protective

bit her lip and glanced away:  shy, ashamed, insecure

brandished his fist:  anger, threatening, ready to fight, confident, show of pride

clamped his fingers into tender flesh:  anger, protective, wants to inflict pain

clenched his dirty little fists: stubborn, angry

clapped her hands on her hips, arms crooked like sugar bowel handles:  anger, demanding, disbelief

constantly twirled her hair and tucked it behind her ear:  attracted to the opposite sex, shy crossed his arms over his chest: waiting, impatient, putting a barrier

crushed the paper in his fist:  anger, surrender, discard

dived into the food: hunger, eager, greedy

doffed his hat:  polite gesture, mocking, teasing

doodled on the phone pad and tapped the air with her foot:  bored, inattention, introspection

drummed her fingers on the desk:  impatient, frustrated, bored

fanned her heated face with her hands: physically hot, embarrassed, indicating attraction

fiddled with his keys: nervous, bored

firm, palm to palm hand shake:  confident, honest

flipped him the bird: sarcastic discard

forked his fingers through his hair for the third time:  disquiet/consternation, worry, thoughtful

handed it over shame-faced:  guilt, shame

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig:  physical need to relieve himself

limp hand shake:  lack of confidence, lack of enthusiasm

propped his elbow on his knee: relaxed, thoughtful

punched her pillow:  restless, can’t sleep, angry

rested his chin in his palm:  thoughful, worried

scratched his hairy belly and yawned:  indolent, bored, lazy, relaxed, just waking

shoulders lifted in a shrug:  doubtful, careless discard

slapped his face in front of God and country:  enraged, affronted/insulted

snapped a sharp salute:  respect, sarcastic gesture meaning the opposite of respect

snapped his fingers, expecting service:  arrogant, lack of respect, self-centered

sneered and flicked lint off his suit

spread her arms wide: welcoming,  joy, love

stabbed at the food: anger, hunger, determined

stood straighter and smoothed his tie:  sudden interest, possible sexual interest

stuffed his hands in his pockets: self-conscious, throwing up a barrier

sweaty handshake:  nervous, fearful

touched his arm several times while explaining:  sign of attraction, flattery, possessive

wide sweep of his arms:  welcoming, all inclusive gesture, horror

Sitting or Rising

collapsed in a stupor:  exhausted, drunk, drugged, disbelief

enthroned himself at the desk:  conceit, pronouncing or taking ownership

exploded out of the chair:  shock, eager, anger, supreme joy

roosted on the porch rail like a cock on a hen house roof:  claiming ownership, conceit, content

sat, squaring an ankle over one knee:  relaxed and open

slouched/wilted in a chair and paid languid attention to:  drowsy, lazy, depressed, disinterest, sad, totally relaxed, disrespectful

squirmed in his chair: ill at ease, nervous, needs the bathroom

Recline

flung himself into the bed: sad, depressed, exhausted, happy

prostrated himself: surrender, desperate, miserable, powerless, obsequious, fawning, flattering

punched her pillow:  can’t sleep, anger, frustrated

threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming: tantrum

Entire body and General

body stiffened at the remark:  offended, anger, alerted

body swayed to music:  dreamy, fond memories, enjoys the music

bounced in the car seat, pointing:  excitement, fear, eager

cowered behind his brother:  fear, shyness, coward, desperate

curled into a ball:  sorrow, fear, sleepy, defensive

heart galloping:  anxiety, joy, eager

held his crotch and danced a frantic jig

humped over his cane, each step shaking and careful: pain, aged

inhaled a deep breath and blew out slowly: buying time to find words/thoughtful, reconciled

quick and jerky like rusty cogs on a wheel:  unsure of actions, self-conscious, tense, edgy

rocked back and forth on his heels:  impatient, cocky, gleeful

manhandled the woman into a corner:  bully, anger

slumped shoulders: defeat, depressed, sad, surrender

stiff-backed:  priggish, haughty, affronted

stood straighter and straightened his tie:  sexual interest, wants to make an impression

stooped and bent: aged, arthritic, in pain

stretched extravagantly and yawned:  tired, bored, unconcerned

sweating uncontrollably: nervous, fear, guilt

tall erect posture:  confidence, military bearing

was panting now at:  afraid, exhausted, out of breath, sexual excitement

-Sharla Rae

Me, trying to justify my crack ships: Well, they were standing together that one time. And if you see this fan content they are wearing compatible colors and doing similar things. And, I mean, look at this tiny scene where they are in the background with one of them looking at the other. And look at that one scene where they actually talked. Look at how they totally get each other in that conversation. They are clearly in love…in my heart.

They are back and im happy.

anyone please ask your crush out like this

Mood

tfw someone calls you their friend for the first time

(insp.)

My heart.

Ow.

The Jedi in Yoda’s vision of a world at peace say so much about who he is. 

I plan on extensively yelling about Yoda’s visions in the immortality arc in the future, but for now please consider this.

Okay, getting this quick remark out of the way: it’s Katooni (the little Tholothian girl) who guides Yoda there. Children are a symbol of innocence, and what’s interesting is that Yoda takes her hand without hesitation after seeing all of the Jedi dead (and specifically Mace, Petro and Ahsoka). Throughout this scene here Yoda is the one asking questions and Katooni is the one answering - she speaks slowly and patiently, almost as if she’s talking to a youngling. –> The embodiment of wisdom manifested to Yoda (in a vision meant to tempt him through his dearest wishes) is a child. Talk about humility. 

Now please pay attention to the Jedi in the background. 

Here, the three Jedi right in the center of the set are Mace, Ahsoka and Petro - the exact three Jedi Yoda just saw dead and cried over (boy, s6 is so much fun, isn’t it?). So a significant part of Yoda’s deepest dreams is seeing other Jedi safe. He knows how to let go - that’s what this whole scene is about - but he still very much yearns for his fellow Jedi’s safety and happiness. 

Onto the even sadder part: have you noticed what’s going on here? Younglings are playing around, and the older Jedi are all talking. Quinlan with Saesee Tiin, Tera Sinube with Gungi, Anakin with Aayla Secura, and Mace with Ahsoka. And not just talking, look at the gif above! Mace is openly laughing at whatever Ahsoka said.

And Ahsoka looks at him like this. (Again, this is right after Yoda’s vision of her dying, desperately asking how the Council could expel her.)

One of Yoda’s greatest hopes is seeing Ahsoka happy with her fellow Jedi, at ease with the embodiment of authority that is Mace. 

Yoda loves Mace - he’s the first person he reaches for in the vision of the devastated Temple - and he loves Ahsoka, and part of his greatest temptation? Is to see the rift between the lost child of the Order and its Head healed. 

Same thing with Quinlan - the known loose cannon - and Saesee - another Council member. And Tera Sinube is an elder Jedi, talking to a youngling. And Aayla is “just” a Knight, almost a random one, and Anakin is chatting with her.

This follows a pattern: the rogue and the conventional, the very old and the very young, the common and the extraordinary - each pair shows opposites enjoying each other’s company, differences embraced. 

(Anakin talking to Aayla instead of sticking to Obi-Wan’s side like he does in the real world is especially interesting - he’s part of the community here, not ostracizing himself like he tends to do. Again, for this to be part of Yoda’s great temptation says so much about how caring he is. He wants Anakin to belong, more than anything.)

And finally, we get this: 

(I couldn’t make this part into a gif because of technical reasons, so enjoy the beautiful family picture.)

Once again we find that central theme of healing and wholeness. This part is what convinces Yoda to briefly let go of his (well-founded) doubts and to embrace the vision. It’s his biggest, greatest, deepest desire. The one that could have made him abandon reality itself to stay in this idyllic dream. It’s his unbroken lineage, happy, in the light. 

Yoda just wanted them all to be a family. Obi-Wan clearly adores Dooku in this scene (check it out, his awestruck look is amazing), their body language is incredibly warm and open, and they are completely at ease with each other and delighted to be sharing stories. It just screams domestic life.

And that’s it, that’s all Yoda ever wanted. For the young and the old to be content together, a community bathed in light, the gardens filled with the sound of windchimes and the laughter of children. He just wanted to have his family alive and safe and smiling. 

. . .

Dammit, I love this frog grandpa so much *sobs*