When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.
I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.
Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no
all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you
white summers are those full of lawn and linen, the sea and soft sunshine,
cherries and children’s smiles, in which you feel disconnected and light,
almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion fluff. you don’t ever want to land.
dark summers are honeyed & sulky, full of
pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias and un-kept promises. cinematic and
shadowy, you exist in a trance of melancholy, and feel passionately,
though feign detachment. pandora opens the box, and lightening fills the sky.
This little bee hatchling is one of the several leaf cutter bee species
that are native to the UK. They’re valuable pollinators in the garden
and a gardener’s friend 😀 Signs of their presence can be seen in plants that have had elliptical shapes cut from their leaves, particularly on roses.
Thank you so much to Emily Doorish for allowing us to share this video,
helping to raise awareness of the importance of solitary bees during #SolitaryBeeWeek.
film makers are already fighting over who gets the rights to make a movie about that soccer team that got trapped in a cave i swear to god they’re like vultures
news report: 500 babies dangling precariously from the edge of a volcano
the thing is about superhero comics is that these people fight in broad daylight and oftentimes its implied that its super common too so you could be like on a milk run in ur pjs its 7am and u look over at the town playground and see two grown men in bright spandex just duking it out in the sandbox n ur like oh ya justice is being served alright
Me watching some new hero get his ass kicked at 9 am from my apartment window: same
Me looking at this one villain leading a chase through my backyard early as hell on a Saturday morning