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Jean’s words

“You like him don’t you?” His words came from out of the blue, so much so that Mikasa could only stare at his straight face. His expression was mute; the forlorn in his voice was silent. He was simply there beside her, gazing out into the open. It would do neither of them good - his looking at her. His eyes would so easily betray him. 

The ebony beauty, the same woman his eyes unconsciously sought in every room, doesn’t give him a reply. And this makes the wrenching in his gut intensify. 

Amid the tightness in his chest, he surprises himself by continuing to speak. “Our days are numbered, some less than others.” He pauses, finally saying, “…being the strongest doesn’t change that.” 

“I know.” She suddenly says in a whisper before hiding away into her scarf. “I know.” She repeats. 

“Then,” Jean finally musters the courage to face her. Again, he is stricken by her beauty. The water in her eyes glittered. Her long, unruly ebony hair contrasting her white face, the pink flush on her face, her full red lips - no one, no one compared to her. “Tell him.” He nearly chokes. 

Nevertheless, the sad smile that greets his sentiment was more than enough a distraction. 

“What’s the point?” 

He freezes at her words; her words painfully rang in his ears. Did she have a clue just how much it ached - being unable to confess; facing an undoubted rejection? No. She had no idea. She could have anything and everything. Had he been the one - had he been him, there was nothing more he would assure. Out of all they’ve accomplished - now, about this, she hesitates, she doubts.

“You said it so yourself, our days are numbered.” She turns away, a wistful expression played on her exotic features.  “It would do neither of us any good.” 

His fists tighten. A rage fills him. “What?” He grits, trying to quell the heat growing in him. “What bullshit is that?”

Mikasa’s gaze turns to him, surprise in her eyes. 

“Of all I thought you were, coward was never one of them. What crap excuse is that - our days are numbered. Everything we’ve achieved in this war - we got it because we strove, persevered for it. We may be in constant battle, we may be soldiers - but that doesn’t take away our humanity - that doesn’t take away the fact that we deserve to live. There are only a few of us lucky enough to fall in love, to find that something that will make the passing days; this battle - worth it. And you, you, tell me - it would do you no good. If I were lucky enough - to even have a morsel of your affection - do you have a clue how happy that would make me? Imagine how he’d feel then - to know how much you love him. You’d deny him that incomprehensible happiness - just because you’re a coward?” Jean’s glare doesn’t leave even when he finished. He had no idea he was panting. All that registered was the shaken expression on Mikasa’s face. A guilt crept into his system - but, it was far from conquering the anger, the frustration he felt. “That man - he’s never had a family. I don’t even think he’s ever been loved like we had been; like we’re being loved.” His expression softens, a thought occurring. “Imagine how happy he’d be,” He starts to smile. “To know you love him.” 

Mikasa says nothing after. Not in the later seconds that seemed to last a lifetime. Not in the following minutes that dragged by. Her tears, her silence was enough a reply. 

The young man reaches out for her and hides her sobbing in his tender embrace. He turns away in a gesture of privacy and directs his gaze at the dawning sun before them. 

Today, he thought, was going to be the same; the tears, the sweat, the blood. But, he; he would be different. And he prayed - Mikasa would be too. 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

What is it about Jeankasa that you like?

Oh man. This probably deserves a whole lot more thought than I’m able to dedicate to this right now…I apologize if any of this seems a bit unorganized. I’m writing off the top of my head here! Sorry for not having manga panel pictures or chapter numbers memorized for reference either! D:

Moving on! I’ll put my rant under the cut~

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Jeankasa?

TFW you do a ship meme entirely for the opportunity to talk about Jeankasa.

1. My take on their canon relationship: Jean has a crush on Mikasa that preserved through their training years together; he’s attracted to her but he still respects her talents without feeling emasculated by them. Jean sees situations for what they are, and right from the start it is clear that Mikasa prioritizes Eren. Yet Jean doesn’t resent her for this. He admires her, worries about her more than she does herself, doesn’t think Eren appreciates her as much as he should. Despite his feelings, he doesn’t hesitate to give her the business when he has to (which speaks more to Jean’s character than Jeankasa per say). Where we last saw them in the story, I think Mikasa grew to respect and trust Jean as a comrade. She doesn’t reciprocate his feelings (but I still have hope).

2. Do I ship them: Hi I’m Stasia and Jeankasa destroyed my life (yes).

3. Reasons why I do/don’t ship them: I just…  love how Jean adores her in canon. Like.. he acknowledges that she surpasses him in badassery by about 100% but it only contributes to how he feels about her. Additionally I think Jean could be the exact type of family Mikasa is looking for. He’s such a softy and I don’t think a day would pass where he wouldn’t do anything and everything he could to make her happy. Everything about the two of them makes me want to implode. 

4. Headcanon, if any: Even if Mikasa wasn’t so clearly about Eren, I don’t think canon Jean would make a move on her. I headcanon him to view her as the type of person he’d never have a shot with.

5. How much do I ship: I actively ship these two. Fanart, fanfics, you name it, I’m on it.

Top 15 Death Note Episodes: Masterpost

(each of these are a link to the original post for each episode with screenshots and analysis)

#1: Silence

#2: New World

#3: Wager

#4: Father

#5: Revival

#6: Malice

#7: Assault

#8: Overcast

#9: Ally

#10: Love

#11: Confrontation

#12: 1.28

#13: Transfer

#14: Doubt

#15: Makeshift

PREACH

"What’s wrong with capitalism?”

* = Highly recommended. 

ECONOMIC IMPERIALISM

Imperialism in the 21st Century (BOOK) *

The Human Cost of Development in Cambodia (VIDEO) *

The New Rulers of the World (DOCUMENTARY)

Deportations, Assassinations, and Dictator Nations: A Timeline of US Intervention in Latin America (ARTICLE) *

Volkswagen suppression of communist-leaning people, unions, labor rights activists: Private imprisonment, torture, and spies (VIDEO) *

What’s In Your iPhone (ARTICLE)

Corporations and Land Grabbing (ARTICLE)

Child Labor in the Fashion Supply Chain (ARTICLE)

The Philanthropy Hustle (ARTICLE) *

Africa is not poor, we are stealing its wealth (REPORT) *

CLIMATE CHANGE

Neoliberalism has conned us into fighting climate change as individuals (ARTICLE) *

Just 90 Companies Responsible For Most of Man-Made Climate Change (ARTICLE)

ExxonMobil’s Conspiracy (ARTICLE)

A Marxist Analysis of Climate Change (ARTICLE) *

CAPITALISM IN GENERAL

How bosses are literally like dictators (ARTICLE) *

Pharmaceutical companies spend more on marketing than research (ARTICLE)

Crisis of Capitalism (VIDEO) *

The Life and Death of an Amazon Warehouse Temp (ARTICLE)

Capitalism, the Absurd System (ARTICLE)

The Corporation (DOCUMENTARY)

I haven't seen the 2003 anime, so my opinion is might be a little bit biased. I think that many people don't understand that the brotherhood Roy is a really good actor who has two faces: the selfish womanizer with an immense amount of arrogance and the protective man who seeks his redemption in helping his country. The latter is 'the real Roy'. He does feel torn after the war (manga portrays this better) but he doesn't let his guilt stop him in his redemption. He wants to become the Fuhrer for that purpose! I could write pages about him throwing away his vengeance for the sake of his goal! My point: Brotherhood Roy is a good man who uses his guilt and regret as a fuel that moves him to redemption and a new beginning. And that is honestly one of the most inspiring things I have seen.

When it comes to Edward, I don't really see many problems with him. He is a cunning boy who has a strong moral code (he never killed a person) mixed with the determination of fixing his mistake. He has a complex about his height, which many take as a comic relief thing, but in reality it puts Edward down and is one of his insecurities. He's a little bit awkward and a huge nerd. He wants to be there for his brother. Ed tries to be 'cool' all the time and never cries. There are so many analyses about this character and the certain things he'd done a certain way. When he gave up his gate, you could really see how grown up he was. Unlike so many protagonists, Edward gave up the VERY power that made him special and 'lowered himself to a mere human'. But how does he see it? Edward accepts it. His humanity. He thinks that no matter what power they had, humans will always make the same mistakes with it, therefore proving that they're nothing more than just humans. Edward is a human who went from being obsessed with alchemy to a human who realized what he is.

Thank you for reading! This was a long one...

How can FMA 2003 have a better Ed and Roy, it doesn't have the scene with Roy not killing Envy or Ed defeating Pride

I mean…

I don’t really think Ed defeating Pride was a particularly defining moment of his character, so while losing it might be less cool in some way “makes Ed a less good character” wouldn’t be one of them?

2003 Ed and manga Ed are very different characters, they’re both pretty great, but I like 2003 Ed more? And I think he’s a more unusual character. I love how he cries all the freaking time. I love that he’s both a very emotional guy and a rationalist who’s obsessed with being RASHKONAL and how his views can EXPLAINZ EVERYTHING but he’s still not ashamed to show his emotions–like that’s kind of a weird combination.

As to Roy, that was a powerful moment, but the reason I prefer 2003 Roy is because it focuses more on his guilt and less on his vengeance. I find that the most interesting aspect of his character. There are a lot of characters who explore the vengeance narrative already, like Scar.

Has anyone noticed THE HOBBIT???

Mama!hawk may be my heart, but Papa!flame is my very soul  ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

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Okay, so I just saw this and I couldn’t help but ANGST (because old-looking photographs make me sad, OKAY??)

Suffer Enjoy

Roy was sitting down at his table. First day of work, after, well, everything. He took in the view of his office and started to feel it’s emptiness and size. There were so many memories laid upon the shelves of this room, yet he recalls none. He looked down at his table, noticing the cup of coffee that was seated upon it. Must be Fuery, that caffeine-addicted comrade. Roy took a sip, only to notice (maybe for the first time in forever) how bitter and unpleasant is the taste of coffee. He added some sugar. It didn’t help. Even if Hawkeye was never making his coffee, Roy had to admit that without her it will never taste the same. Whatever she was adding into it is gone forever, gone with her. It was an understatement to say that Mustang was not feeling well. Because ‘not feeling well’ is not something you say to a person that feels emotionally torn over a cup of coffee. Coffee was the colour of her eyes. Coffee was the colour of the dirt she was shot on. Roy could see it as a vision, her pale face, filled with pain and defiled with her blood. That memory was all that was left of her. He spilled the coffee in the bin next to his table and got up. As he was putting on his coat he decided to leave the Headquarters. The alchemist prepared an excuse of being sick, but he knew his subordinates would pardon him anyway. After all, he was terminally ill with loss. He got up, proposing to himself to drown the sorrow with something stronger than coffee. Mustang will never know what was the volume that would fill the emptiness because, at that moment, his friend came trough the door. His friend Maes Hughes was looking worried, which made Roy straighten up a bit. Hughes knew very well what his friend was doing. He also knew there was no way talking about it would make this easier for Roy now, would it? Instead, he fumbled around his pockets and decided to get to the point:

“I have something for you… I found it in some old files. It’s, well, it won’t fix anything, Roy. But I feel like you’re the person that should have it. Like you’re entitled to it.”

Hughes handed him a white piece of paper, no wait, it was a photograph. Roy looked at it and felt his heart shake. On the photograph was none other than Riza Hawkeye. Her ocean-like uniform was covered with less medals than Roy had remembered or, at least, less than she deserved. He looked at her posture, as proud as always; he looked at her hair, as golden as always. For a split second he felt her being there with him and the image of her lying on the ground, soulless, became non-existent. Because for that split second, he looked at her face.

“It’s perfect.”

He could feel his eyes letting go of the tears that were pilling up.

“Thank you.”

His gratitude could not be heard from his tone, because these words were said in a rushed voice that tried to outrun the emotions, the kind of emotions that make people unable to speak.

Maes silently looked at his friend, with an expression one could find humorous. Roy was never the crying type. Maes was sure that his friend didn’t even have tearducts. He always joked that if he ever saw Roy cry, Maes would be prepared to get up, even from his grave to witness it. Now that he actually convinced himself of Roy’s humanity, the soldier felt that he had seen something incredibly private, and therefore felt the need to get going. He simply walked away knowing that Roy wouldn’t mind his bad manners.

The Hero of Ishval was still looking at the Hawk’s eye he held in his hands. He was able to remember her again, properly. Her voice, her walk. Her smell, her strength. Her virtues, her faults. No this was not the woman he saw bleed out in pain. This was an angel. An angel that gave everything for him. How can an angel promise to follow him into hell? He took the photograph and held it close to his heart. He held it gently because he didn’t know how frail this Riza was. And he didn’t feel like losing her again. After a few moments he stopped with his emotional episode to proceed with the intention of leaving Headquarters. But now he didn’t have alcohol in mind. Now he found the strength to move on. He, no, They had a dream. A dream worth fighting and dying for. Just like she did. Just like he will.

Thank you for reading,

I don’t feel like polishing or editing this so please forgive me gramatic errors, repetitive wording and the lack of well-educated vocabulary. This was something I thought spontaneously and so spontaneously written it shall be. Thank you again!

“Let’s just make a quick drawing to cheer ourselves up”

*Me, three hours later* “Fuck.”

Yesterday I was looking at the FMA artbooks by Arakawa (I desperately want to buy the 3rd one but the shipping is so expensive to Chile T_T ) and there’s one photo with Riza and a huge smile? I was like “Bless this picture forever” like, we don’t get to see her smiling that much, most of the time she’s serious.

Also, I thought that maybe Hughes was carrying around a camera to take photos and he was the one who took some of them. (It’s very plausible, I mean, look at all the photos he has of Elycia)

Bless her smile.

B always wondered what the numbers meant.

It seemed only natural that everyone else saw them too.  That is, until his small voice quipped after them one day and all he received in return were blank stares.  He felt different and strange after that.

He never spoke of them again.

But still… he wondered.

They were everywhere and held no meaning to him.  He tried not to look at them. 

But one night in particular, he couldn’t help but notice that A’s numbers were especially small.  Nearly ran out.

A, his best friend.  His brother in every sense of the word, save in blood.  The small, freckled boy with the bright eyes and the charming tooth gap.  The quiet, brilliant child with a laugh only B himself could genuinely initiate.

And how B loved to make him laugh.  When he wasn’t with B, A bore a timid countenance.  Almost frightened. 

B found him once, sitting and hugging his knees on the windowsill behind the heavy curtains.  He was crying.  When B climbed up to sit with him, A quickly wiped the tears from his red, round face.  B looked at him through strands of messy, black hair that always hung in his dark eyes.  They sat for a moment in awkward silence.  Then, B reached out and his long slender fingers closed around the especially small, freckled hand of his friend.  He candidly spoke only a few simple words and A’s tear-streaked face brightened into a toothy grin.

And that was B to A.  The carefree spirit to his small, burdened shoulders.  The wild laughter to his quiet reservation.

But the numbers kept getting smaller. 

And on that night- the night the numbers were smallest of all- A hugged B.  He held him close and whispered, “Thank you.“  And B tousled his friend’s hair and laughed as he always did and asked, "What for?"  But A didn’t answer.  He squeezed tightly one more time and turned to go into his room, shutting the door behind him.

And the next morning, Roger came and sat down slowly on B’s bedside.  He spoke softly and sadly.

And the numbers finally made sense.

ThIs BeAutIfUL Art

A shiniGAMI once told me

A notebook belonged to me

And I’m the brightest kid in Japan

L was watching me do math

I continued on my path

And wrote names in the chips with my left hand

Well the criminals are dying and my girlfriend keeps crying

I’m god of the new world and I won’t stop lying

Didn’t make sense not to use the Note

This world is rotten and I so I just wrote

So many names, so many crimes

So what’s wrong with shortening their time

They’ll never never learn if I don’t write

They’ll never shine without Light

Hey now I’m a god now

I’ll pass judgement

Don’t sin

Hey now I am justice

L can’t touch this

I’ll win

The Death Note’s power unfurled

Only writing names saves the world

I just recently discovered this ship and I think that I'm enjoying it...

L: Hey Watari, Naomi just put Titanic on, want come watch it with us?

Watari: *sighh* Ryuzaki, if I wanted to watch a sinking ship, I’d watch you inviting me to what is clearly supposed to be a DATE *smacks L upside the head*

L: OH. …wait, really?? *exhales on hand to check breath*

Watari: Oh for the love of

Yep...

Couldn't agree with you more...

(Big thanks to @everyroymustang for providing not only me, but the entire fandom with these glorious images)

it’s weird to think that everyone views you differently like one person might think you put the stars in the sky and another person could think you crawled out of the pits of hell and are here to drag them down with you

Blackbeard is the ultimate shipper

Blackbeard: You care for her…you fancy her! Do not deny what is clear to my eye.

Question is…does she fancy you?

My god, she does. We are in luck!

Finding Character Voice

“Character voice” is rather self-explanatory, simply being the unique way a character speaks or narrates. Every character has a voice, some may just stand out more than others, and part of becoming a better writer is learning to work with voices that are unlike your own. Here are some ways to get started on finding a character’s voice once you have a character concept in mind:

Look into their background. What’s their education level? Does the area they come from have any specific sayings? Speech patterns are influenced by a surprising amount of external or upbringing-related elements, especially when it comes to slang and some aspects of grammar, so learn to look beyond the “now” for finding voice.

Personality and mood affect voice. A laid-back person is unlikely to speak or narrate in a snippy tone, unless that subject matter is super important to them. Likewise, a critical person may judge other characters more than another narrator. 

Everybody has quirks of speech. Can also be known as ‘verbal tics’, though ‘quirks of speech’ refer to general unique speech patterns as opposed to a specific sound. 

Voice is more than just tone. It’s related to perspective and how the character comments on the things they notice. Two characters may see the same tree, but the artist may describe the tree with specific colors whereas a nature-lover may know the species and its stage of life. The information that’s given to the reader through the narrator is a form of voice. 

Some techniques for teasing out potential voice are:

Interview your characters with a series of simple questions that get harder and harder. Get personal. See what comes out in how they respond.

Write a letter as if by their hand, about a subject they’re passionate about.

Try acting things out as if you were that character. Have imaginary conversations or test different tones spoken out loud to test the effects. 

Create a scene, then test it witch each different character. What do they notice that’s different from others? What’s the order of things that they notice?

Throw each character into the exact same problem. How do they each handle it differently? 

Good luck with your work and if there are any questions, drop them in my ask box and I’ll see how I can help. Just please read my Rules and Considerations page to make sure I’m the best resource, and consider a Gift of Coffee to grant me an energy boost, if you’re feeling generous.

I am so envious of your fabric folds

ALL RIGHT I’LL TRY!Note: This is how I personally work with folders, i’m not right neither wrong, different artists have different ways to do the same thing. Remeber to check for more than one as refference!

The shame is HEAVILY influenced by the wind or movement on the character/object, so are the folds that follow the flow of whatever is influencing them!

Always consider the fabric you’re planning to use, a heavy one won’t have as many folds, but will have more bumps, meanwhile thin ones tend to have A LOT of folds and not so many bumps, and often fold over themselfs

If you don’t plan how the object/dynamic/wind whatever will influence the fabric, you may come up with this:

The tip of the arrows will have LESS folds because it’s where the wind is blowing, meanwhile the back of the arrows will have a lot of folds, since it’ll curl and bump on itself!

You can’t just toss folders around without planning how they will be affected, works very similar as hair does!

It ended up so long i really hope it helps omgg ;w;If you want to support me and help me to make more tutorials, you can always tip me! (Not mandatory, don’t feel pressured!)

Comic Pages Storyboard Tutorial

OKAY SO! @biazerod asked me a little help on storyboarding and i decided to make this tutorial…i’m not a professionist. so don’t take these as golden rules…just advices!  and as always sorry for the english  FIRST THING FIRST! the storyboard part is the most important phase in a comic page !  you can spend an entire day storyboarding! because it’s the structure, the essence of the page!  here’s some tips : 1- a page can start from 1 panel/frame (called splash page!) until how many f*cking panels you can fit ! (some pages , especially in french comics/bd  can reach 24 panels/frames!) Exaple of splash pages: 

(these are from the green lantern,DC and the newest Thor ,marvel ) Splash pages are a priority of American comics, you rarely can find them in french Bd ! they represent a scene of impact! a fight! a revelation! be careful! use it only one if two times on a range of 50 pages! cuz it cut the narration!  instead in french bd  you find this :

first one is from Blacksad 2# and second one is from Atar Gull  see how high the number of the frames is??  the number of frames is very important in a page because it decide the narration time! :D also it all depends on the kind of ‘’direction’’ you want to use on your comic! so be really careful when you decide the number of the frame!  LET’S PASS ON THE CREATION!  1- when you have a page that contains more than 3 Frames ALWAYS. ALWAYS HAVE AN ESTABLISHING SHOT! 

the establishing shot is fundamental! BECAUSE READERS CAN UNDERSTAND WHERE THE CHARACTERS ARE!  DON’T DO A COMIC PAGE FULL OF FACES ! 

DON’T DO THIS! LET THE CHARACTER BREATH! LET THE READER BREATH! PLAY WITH YOUR CAMERA! YOU HAVE THE POWER!  in a comic page, is important to put the camera far away from the character most of the time! play with the different shots!  

(found this on google)  WATCH MOVIES AND TV SHOWS.  lot of them can help you so much you have no idea!  a comic artist and a director do the same job when creating a story 2- Candy eye this is a tricky trick that can help you with the audience! when a character is saying something important or you have to introduce them , USE THE CANDY EYE DUDE. 

the candy eye is , basically, a bust shot where you show the character,their features , usually with a cool or a funny expression ( or of course it depends from the situation) and believe me WORKS 10/10 with the audience ;)  3- HIGHLIGHTS THE IMPORTANT SCENE IN THE PAGE! 

FINAL TIPS:  - when you’re doing dinamic poses try and try again! the first one isn’t always the best!  -USE REFERENCES. -A STORYBOARD PAGE CAN REQUIRE EVEN 4 HRS IF NOT AN ENTIRE DAY IF NOT AN ENTIRE WEEK. REMEMBER THAT THE STORYBOARD IS THE ESSENCE. AND THE REST IS DECORATION. - IMAGINE THE SEQUENCE! NOT THE SINGLE PAGES.  THINK IN SEQUENCES! imagine what would happen after the page you are creating! connect the various pages NOT THE SINGLES FRAMES !  YOU’RE CREATING A STORY! NOT A SINGLE ILLUSTRATION!  -AGAIN DON’T DO PAGE OF FACES. most important thing: 

if the page you’re creating it stresses you! STOP. continue it when you are in a better mood ,dude. our job requires lot of time and effort, but it should be the job we love.  so don’t stress yourself and keep calm. hope this is useful. don’t take this as golden rules, this is just the way i work :)

For artists who have problems with perspective (furniture etc.) in indoor scenes like me - there’s an online programm called roomsketcher where you can design a house/roon and snap pictures of it using different perspectives.

It’s got an almost endless range of furniture, doors, windows, stairs etc and is easy to use. In addition to that, you don’t have to install anything and if you create an account (which is free) you can save and return to your houses.

Examples (all done by me):

Here’s an example for how you can use it

Light sat down in complete awareness of the cameras. He opened the bag of potato chips, smiling for himself like a smug bitch that he is. Yes. This plan will work perfectly. No one can stop him enjoying his justice fetish from the comfort of his room. The invasive detective would never expect something of this sort, that Kermit's bastard. Light put the bag and his books on the table. It was incredibly amusing, how his greatest enemy will be his main witness. Light knew he was awesome, but today he surprised even himself. Light's plan involved hiding a mini TV inside of his potato chips, where he'll be watching the news. Then, he'll write down the names while appearing to solve equations. This plan was hella expensive, but Light knew deep down in his empty ribcage- he didn't want to die. He started looking diligent as always, solving equations on his right, writing names, purifying the world. He took a potato chip, and, ATE IT! He knew that if this was a scene from a movie, or those cool anime shows that he watches because he's Japanese (kawaii ^_^), it would have some really badass latin-chanting music. Barbie always told him to follow his dreams, to believe. She was his childhood, and she can shove it up her ass, because Light became a man today. He'll soon become the GOD OF THE NEW WORLD!!!

there are like a dozen death note visual adaptations. do you know what i want? i want a death note novel adaptation. someone get me an author who writes three 500 page - books about light’s journey. who the fuck even needs movies?? i want books!

I believe L started in his late teens, simply because many people expect L to be a middle-aged man. Explanation: L has been working as a detective for a very long time, so the reasoning of the police was that he either started in his twenties and now is middle-aged or he started middle-aged and now is a lot older. His deductions are quick and to the point so many people found it more probable to believe in the first option. We know that L is in his mid-twenties so returning back in time leads us to: late teens

L Headcanon

L’s parents abandoned him because he was autistic and they couldn’t deal with it. They left him near a church, hoping that somebody would find him, and the last thing his mom said to him was: “We’ll be back soon. Just you wait.”

He never had wanted to change his outfit because he was wearing a white shirt and jeans that day and deep in his heart he was still hoping that his parents would still recognize him.

Learning never exhausts the mind.

Leonardo Da Vinci (via quoteandinspire)

Leonardo was a 100% Ravenclaw a no one can prove me otherwise @ravenclawravings

Tag yourself, I'm da Vinci

Talleres de artistas famosos Famous artists’ studios

#letRomapeoplelive

SPEAK UP AGAINST THIS BULLSHIT

It’s 2017 and the Hungarian government is legitimately taking about putting us in “camps”. I never want to hear another gadjekane fuck tell me that our people don’t suffer in Europe and all over the world.

Wow you're so talented. Love the hair 😁

I don’t have freaking adjectives for describe this game °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°