This week I made an animated chart of butterflies! These are all butterflies that you can find throughout North America, and I picked the 42 that I thought were the most colorful and unique.
Shinn’s smirk only grew wider. Man, was it easy to get under his nerves. Normally, he probably would have stopped, but… eh, he didn’t really think Deputy Trine would mind too much. It wasn’t like he was some other prissy, stuck up prick of a superior that he could think of…
"You know what they say, deputy captain," he began, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, "Denial is the first step towards acceptance."
Besides, even if Shinn hadn’t known anything, it was written all over Arthur’s face now.
Arthur’s mind was still whirring, blankly.
They weren’t flirting. They were interacting the way they always did. Why would he say—
Why did teenagers always have to make bloody everything about sex?
It was like it always was. She was either a fantastic person or Athene, way, way, way over his head, and he was happy if she smiled. He wasn’t trying to…
And she definitely, definitely, definitely didn’t like him that way.
He could safely say—
"—And the remaining stages in-between are anger, bargaining, and depression!" You’re not only a brat full of cheek, you’re a moron who ought to be scrubbing some porcelain; he maturely managed not to add. “Perhaps you want to work on your sources of information first!?”
Does this make this my beach, I wonder….? ^_^
Shinn watched quietly as the now flustered deputy captain attempted to pull his image together in front of Captain Gladys… and, yet again, fail to capture her attention. Geez, how many times had he seen this happen? Actually, he probably didn’t want to count - it’d be kind of sad. The cycle of the captain giving some crazy plan and him kind of stating the obvious just kind of kept happening.
He waited until the captain left the briefing room, leaving just him and Arthur. “The way you flirt is shameful," he quipped. With a smile - or a smirk, more like - on his face, he added, "… or, your attempts to try, at least."
"I—wha—who?? Flir—-?? —EHH?"
"We’re not flirting. That’s unprofessional. You’re sixteen, you don’t know anything, and it’s none of your business."
(…Arthur told the the internally-panicking part of himself that was sure he was equally arsed dealing with the Captain in any possible context to just go sod off.)
// I could be greedy and say one of each, but I decided ☮ is the most important to me. But, y'know, if you wanna throw in a bonus ☁ or ☄ , that'd be okay with me. ☮, though, definitely a ☮.
//Arthur and Athrun have yet to get drunk and/or stuck together for some indefinite relationship-changing amount of time, so the “friendship” thing is still a bit iffy. ;)
Lacus — She loves you, Athrun. She would love you and care about you and want to see you happy and support you in whichever form you decided to take it, but you know, they were introduced as marriage partners/future lovers; they were never expected to be “friends”. And so the ‘friendship’ has all come a bit secondary to the original considerations/vagaries of fate/job choices/partner choices/diametrically opposing views of driving each other crazy/they still have not resolved the ‘should have beens’ etc. etc… She also feels that Kira is closer to you and more of a friend for starting as one, Athrun’s feelings for Kira aside, and that even Cagalli was able to reach you emotionally and physically in a way she couldn’t or can’t. Athrun is one of very few people who makes her feel repeatedly inadequate.
This despite and because he’d happily go die for her, yet seems to want to live with just about anybody else on Earth or PLANT. Their “friendship” is a bit screwed up, despite or because she hasn’t actually pointed physical weapons back at him. Is that enough ☁ (angst), too? :)
☄ Lighthearted moments. That time Athrun figured out how to rig all the fiber optics and LEDs in the garden with a coordinating Haro-blinking light show was awesome. :D
And Arthur’s got footage of Athrun picking his nose. It cheers him up every now and again. (Also seen him on emergency Condition Yellow when his hair wasn’t combed.)
- Send me a ✦ for a random headcanon about our muses
- Send me a ☮ for a headcanon about our muses’ friendship
- Send me a ♥ for a headcanon about our muses’ love life (romantic/sexual/fluffy)
- Send me a ☁ for an angsty headcanon about our muses
- Send me a ☄ for a lighthearted headcanon about our muses
- Send me a ☯ for a headcanon about our muses’ differences
Schoodic by Stefan Dumitrascu
I took a somewhat different approach to exposing the foreground. I actually exposed the foreground just before it was too dark, and then waited about 2 hours to expose the sky. I initially didn’t think of doing this (the foreground exposure was just a random shot I took when I got there, not having the intention to use it later for the sky). However, the shot turned out amazing. I am in love with it. And this is my first “real” shot of the milky way. -Stefan
This is Masahiro Tanaka saying Hello Kitty before the Yankees game. You are welcome.
Perhaps we should have a mascot for PLANT.
My. What a nice voice~
"Thank you….but who might you be, lady?"
"Yes, it is Latin, though it’s also tied to my Gundam. Am I to assume you know about Gundams, Miss Lacus?"
"Oh. I have only been responsible for a few of them, Mr. Maxwell, I am afraid."
"First it was just one."
"So you do have experience with Gundams! Cool."
"You, sir, something tells me, have more experience with them than I… The only robots I love that way, Mr. Maxwell, are the ones who are my friends."
«Omae mo na!»She scooped up the ball at the height of his bounce. “Like Pink-chan, here.”
[ Thought you might appreciate these two poems; we had to study them in Afrikaans in my matric year. I think Lacus might like them. ]
Elke dag sterf ek 35 minute lank
vasgetangens in my bank
en voor die bord boer
'n iemand wat my wiskunde voer.
Gevra: Trek lyk AB en vind dan C.
Bewys: Ek trek AB
Ek konstrueer ‘n middelloodlyn
op… verby die sterre
en vind C
Op Pythagoras sit hy kruisbeen
en ween, en ween
so heel alleen.
translation by me:
Every day I suffer for 35 minutes
Trapped at my desk
And in front of the board
Stands a someone feeding me mathematics.
Question: Draw line AB and then find C.
Work: I draw AB
I construct a midpoint line
on… past the stars
and find C
Sitting on Pythagoras, crosslegged
And weeps and moans,
So, so alone.
Julle sit onder swart teleskope
en kyk na die son
tot julle besef dat julle nooit daar sal km.
Pateties bepaal julle dan ligjare
en vertel dat die son as’t ware
inkrimp en eendag gaan verdwyn.
Ons sit maar hoog op die windpomp
en kyk hoe die son sy kop stamp
teen die rant
hoe hy bloei
hoe die vaal lug gloei
hoe die bome tot silhoeëte verskroei.
Daarom liewe menere teken ek klawertjies
tussen my huiswerk, kry en 26%
want ek luister eerder na
die verdwaalde korhaan
tussen die bossies by die tennisbaan
ek kwadreer liewer my vreugdes
en vidn dan die logaritmes van my hartseer
want syfers bring ‘n eensaamheid
wat geen mens kan keer.
translation by me:
You all sit under black telescopes
And look at the sun
Until you realise that you’ll never get to go there.
Pathetically, you map the light-years
And calculate that someday
The sun will explode and disappear.
We all sit up high on the windmill
And watch how the sun stamps
His head against the horizon
How he bleeds
How the gray light glows
How the trees are scorched into silhouettes.
Therefore, dear schoolmasters, I draw little clovers
Between my homework, and get 26%.
Because I would rather listen to
The stray black grouse
Between the little bushes by the tennis court
I would rather find the square root of my joys
And then find the logarithms of my sadness
For numbers and figures bring a loneliness
That no living soul can stem.
[//yep, she does. as I said to you, this is something like headcanon why she never really went to school to begin with. but thank you and your lovely talented self. <#<#<3]
"Hey Lacus, do you have any needles and thread I can borrow? I ripped a hole through my hat" Kira asked after knocking on her door, he was holding a small blue wool cap in his left hand. In truth it wasn't his but it belonged to one of the children that lived with them in the orphanage run by his mother and Father Malchoir. He knew that the little boy had some what of a crush on Lacus and didn't want him to feel embarrassed by having Lacus find out.
"All of my things are with your mother, I am afraid," Lacus smiled. "My attempts to be Miss Snow White do not work very well, Kira. If I sing while I am trying to sew, the results of either my fingers or what am I working on, ah… that is…" She dipped her head, embarrassed. "It is a very poor performance, either way. Not that I am very good at sewing, to begin."
The yellow stripe on the hat caught her eye.
"Will you return that hat to Tobey, then? When you have managed to repair it…?"
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