#8.3

[fighting-naturalist]

Daniel Jackson and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad episode (alternatively: just a normal week at work for Daniel)

[doctordragon]

To me they are

[rye-views]

Mr. Sunshine. 미스터 션샤인. 8.3/10

I wouldn't recommend this drama to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this drama.

Yoo Yeon Seok in this character is new to me. I don't dislike it. I understand him for some reason, and I think he's hot. God, Lee Byung Hun has been hot my whole life. Chun Shik kinda cute.

What baller mothers we got in this show. Get me a supporter like Ms. Haman. This dessert candy shop looks bomb diggity. Let me in. Same with all the dessert foods we are eating. They look so good. Kim Taeri is such a good actress. She's just leaking out emotion behind this facade of aristocracy. I like Kyle's role and friendship with Eugene. He's also such a homie. Ae Sin enjoying all the fun foods are so cute to me. I love the vulnerability and shock when Ae Sin was like haven't you confessed like 2-3 times now to Eugene. I enjoy Hotaru as a character. The first hug between Eugene and Ae Sin, I was all squeals. Eugene stopping Kim Yong Joo in his room was hot. Yooo, the Ae Sin and Hina sword gun fight was epic. The letter exchanges are cute. Seeing elderly Joseph was so nice, but seeing his death was so tragic. I like Hina and Ae Sin's relationship once they discover each other's identities. I do enjoy the threesome of the men. Buddha leading the American to God is such a nice thought. Ae Sin and Eugene's dates make me smile. I love Eugene's relationship with Domi. I'm really enjoying the representation of this specific time period. I respect Kuno Hida a lot. Respect to when grandpa bought land plots for his farmers. The strong bond between all the protags is so beautiful to me. The proposal and the photo taken in Japan is too cute to me. I love Dong Mae's right hand man, Yuzo. I love the pawn shop owners and Haman and Haengrang.

The how do Joseon women distinguish colors with black eyes killed me. I have never heard such a thought. I cannot with the fact of the Five Eulsa traitors. Like five people is all it took for all the destruction and chaos that comes after? The tossing of the newspapers is so chaotic to me.

Lmaoo at the little boy being like this man keeps talking to me. Wait LOLL the encounter was so cute when Lady Haman brought the stitched notebook of Ae Sin's and said Eugene Choi's name was written so often.

Wow that power at Ae Sin telling Dong Mae that she knows she could kill him and he wouldn't be able to. Wow, someone pay me in gold bars. Wow, I want a love where I'm like, now that I love him, I can't ever go back. The accent for the Takashi character is crazy because the actor is Korean but is tryna sound like he isn't and it's great. People who are down to bite off their tongues are so wild to me. My gasp at Eugene being sentenced to jail with a dishonorable discharge. The Glory Hotel explosion was crazy.

The unfair deaths and destruction that happen after grandpa's death makes my blood boil, my eye twitch, and my body shudder. This show was like one villain isn't enough, let's add another.

Lee Yanghwa finally crying, I teared. I just started tearing so much after Japan took over. Okay, no tears, I straight up cried at Yanghwa's death. I cried at Haengrang and Haman's last moments. I'm sobbing by the time the town bands together to protect Ae Sin. I cried when Domi came back grown up.

Memorable Quotes: "그만하는건 언제든 할수있으니 오늘은 하지 맙시다. 오늘은 걷던쪽으로 한걸음더."

[archivistsammy]

stackednatural, october 17 (2/2)

I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody.

8.3 “heartache” // 15.2 “raising hell”

[phimtxem]

[dailyanneofgreengables]

Chapter 8: Anne’s Bringing Up Is Begun (part 3)

Anne looked at Marilla through the apple blossoms, her eyes aglow with interest.

“What is Diana like? Her hair isn’t red, is it? Oh, I hope not. It’s bad enough to have red hair myself, but I positively couldn’t endure it in a bosom friend.”

“Diana is a very pretty little girl. She has black eyes and hair and rosy cheeks. And she is good and smart, which is better than being pretty.”

Marilla was as fond of morals as the Duchess in Wonderland, and was firmly convinced that one should be tacked on to every remark made to a child who was being brought up.

But Anne waved the moral inconsequently aside and seized only on the delightful possibilities before it.

“Oh, I’m so glad she’s pretty. Next to being beautiful oneself—and that’s impossible in my case—it would be best to have a beautiful bosom friend. When I lived with Mrs. Thomas she had a bookcase in her sitting room with glass doors. There weren’t any books in it; Mrs. Thomas kept her best china and her preserves there—when she had any preserves to keep. One of the doors was broken. Mr. Thomas smashed it one night when he was slightly intoxicated. But the other was whole and I used to pretend that my reflection in it was another little girl who lived in it. I called her Katie Maurice, and we were very intimate. I used to talk to her by the hour, especially on Sunday, and tell her everything. Katie was the comfort and consolation of my life. We used to pretend that the bookcase was enchanted and that if I only knew the spell I could open the door and step right into the room where Katie Maurice lived, instead of into Mrs. Thomas’ shelves of preserves and china. And then Katie Maurice would have taken me by the hand and led me out into a wonderful place, all flowers and sunshine and fairies, and we would have lived there happy for ever after. When I went to live with Mrs. Hammond it just broke my heart to leave Katie Maurice. She felt it dreadfully, too, I know she did, for she was crying when she kissed me good-bye through the bookcase door. There was no bookcase at Mrs. Hammond’s. But just up the river a little way from the house there was a long green little valley, and the loveliest echo lived there. It echoed back every word you said, even if you didn’t talk a bit loud. So I imagined that it was a little girl called Violetta and we were great friends and I loved her almost as well as I loved Katie Maurice—not quite, but almost, you know. The night before I went to the asylum I said good-bye to Violetta, and oh, her good-bye came back to me in such sad, sad tones. I had become so attached to her that I hadn’t the heart to imagine a bosom friend at the asylum, even if there had been any scope for imagination there.”

“I think it’s just as well there wasn’t,” said Marilla drily. “I don’t approve of such goings-on. You seem to half believe your own imaginations. It will be well for you to have a real live friend to put such nonsense out of your head. But don’t let Mrs. Barry hear you talking about your Katie Maurices and your Violettas or she’ll think you tell stories.”

“Oh, I won’t. I couldn’t talk of them to everybody—their memories are too sacred for that. But I thought I’d like to have you know about them. Oh, look, here’s a big bee just tumbled out of an apple blossom. Just think what a lovely place to live—in an apple blossom! Fancy going to sleep in it when the wind was rocking it. If I wasn’t a human girl I think I’d like to be a bee and live among the flowers.”

“Yesterday you wanted to be a sea gull,” sniffed Marilla. “I think you are very fickle minded. I told you to learn that prayer and not talk. But it seems impossible for you to stop talking if you’ve got anybody that will listen to you. So go up to your room and learn it.”

“Oh, I know it pretty nearly all now—all but just the last line.”

“Well, never mind, do as I tell you. Go to your room and finish learning it well, and stay there until I call you down to help me get tea.”

“Can I take the apple blossoms with me for company?” pleaded Anne.

“No; you don’t want your room cluttered up with flowers. You should have left them on the tree in the first place.”

“I did feel a little that way, too,” said Anne. “I kind of felt I shouldn’t shorten their lovely lives by picking them—I wouldn’t want to be picked if I were an apple blossom. But the temptation was irresistible. What do you do when you meet with an irresistible temptation?”

“Anne, did you hear me tell you to go to your room?”

Anne sighed, retreated to the east gable, and sat down in a chair by the window.

“There—I know this prayer. I learned that last sentence coming upstairs. Now I’m going to imagine things into this room so that they’ll always stay imagined. The floor is covered with a white velvet carpet with pink roses all over it and there are pink silk curtains at the windows. The walls are hung with gold and silver brocade tapestry. The furniture is mahogany. I never saw any mahogany, but it does sound so luxurious. This is a couch all heaped with gorgeous silken cushions, pink and blue and crimson and gold, and I am reclining gracefully on it. I can see my reflection in that splendid big mirror hanging on the wall. I am tall and regal, clad in a gown of trailing white lace, with a pearl cross on my breast and pearls in my hair. My hair is of midnight darkness and my skin is a clear ivory pallor. My name is the Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald. No, it isn’t—I can’t make that seem real.”

She danced up to the little looking-glass and peered into it. Her pointed freckled face and solemn gray eyes peered back at her.

“You’re only Anne of Green Gables,” she said earnestly, “and I see you, just as you are looking now, whenever I try to imagine I’m the Lady Cordelia. But it’s a million times nicer to be Anne of Green Gables than Anne of nowhere in particular, isn’t it?”

She bent forward, kissed her reflection affectionately, and betook herself to the open window.

“Dear Snow Queen, good afternoon. And good afternoon dear birches down in the hollow. And good afternoon, dear gray house up on the hill. I wonder if Diana is to be my bosom friend. I hope she will, and I shall love her very much. But I must never quite forget Katie Maurice and Violetta. They would feel so hurt if I did and I’d hate to hurt anybody’s feelings, even a little bookcase girl’s or a little echo girl’s. I must be careful to remember them and send them a kiss every day.”

Anne blew a couple of airy kisses from her fingertips past the cherry blossoms and then, with her chin in her hands, drifted luxuriously out on a sea of daydreams.

[maldraxxi-jellycat]

I did this a while back :D I am trying to move to learning to paint directly on to my tablet, but this was done on paper and then finelined and then scanned and THEN linearted and then COLOUREDRNKJGNHDRJHD

[nyxatnight]

8.3 | TALONS OF TYRANNY | UPDATE

NEW REMODEL:

Sobek - God of the Nile

NEW SKINS:

Death Dealer Sobek - Recolor

Sobek Masteries - Golden/Legendary/Diamond

Plushie Cernunnos - (Plushiemax Chest)

Classic Ao Kuang Kukulkan - (Birthday Bash Event)

Dino-mighty Cerberus - (Talons of Tyranny) - CHEST

Bit Slayer Tsukuyomi - (Talons of Tyranny)

Unholy Doodle Ra - (Talons of Tyranny)

Battle Tagger Skadi - (Talons of Tyranny)

Deathy Chibi Thanatos - (Talons of Tyranny)

Forgotten Gods Chaac - (Talons of Tyranny) - TIER 5

Heroic Husky Fenrir - (Battle Pass)

Chibi Inu Amaterasu - (Battle Pass)

Sushi Neko Bacchus - (Battle Pass) - Recolor

Nekomancer Zhong Kui - (Battle Pass)

LIVE March  23rd - Full 8.3 Update