tanumuino @harrystyles - Daylight
Harry, nothing you can’t do. Flying, joggling, riding bikes and horse’s, walking on the rope, dancing (my favorite), and I just can only image what else you can )
Its so amazing to create a video on a music thats is in your favorites. Thank you for having me H, Love!
Thank you - amazing big team, who made it in one crazy daylight!
“Does the name dissatisfy you?” he asks, a little skeptical at that idea. He can’t imagine what else he could possibly name a Pocket. The Pocket just squeaks and curls in on himself, wrapping his arms over his head. Damian cannot see his face, but his ears are very red.
. . . Damian remains uncertain what to take from his reaction.
Eve: Which country has the most birds?
Eve: Portu-geese!
Bracken: That's a language.
Eve: Portu-gull?
Bracken: Good recovery.
Tanu: I think you mean good re-dovery.
Warren: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?
Vox: Not a very impressive way to go. Stabbed by a deer. Don't put that on my tombstone. Blame Lucifer.
Velvette: You'll be alright.
Vox: Sorry to be the weak link. The deer gored me and kept on running. I was spitted on those antlers for a long time. Long enough to really notice, you know? To think about it.
Valentino (groggily): Sorry I'm late. Must have tripped and hit a rock.
Velvette: I feel sorry for the rock. How are you feeling?
Valentino: I have a little headache. My pride took the biggest hit.
Vox: Your pride? I was vanquished by a deer!
Velvette: A giant magical flying deer with fangs.
Vox: That sounds a little better. Velvette is in charge of my headstone.
small additional note: all these characters live in an earlier time period than the one depicted in the movie; they’ve never met humans and don’t speak a lick of English (I have a self-imposed rule that when I write any dialogue for them it must be in Na’vi; I can of course include an English translation for the sake of posting here but I gotta do a Na’vi version first)
“Fortress it is,” Superman says with a quiet little smile, petting his hair again. Match leans into it, just a little, and feels warm and heavy and . . . and right. Even his cramps feel better. “Well, that’ll be easier than rebuilding half the barn again.”
Match doesn’t understand why he means by that, but Superman’s still petting his hair and it feels so good and that’s really all he gives a shit about right now. That and–his assignment, obviously. Obviously his assignment.