Mothafreakin’ Disney’s Gargoyles, Season 2, Episode 4, “A Lighthouse In The Sea of Time.”
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Does anyone know of a good Photoshop link for CS6, for Mac and that has timeline or knows how to get the timeline function?
I am wanting to get back into gifing and I don’t have the best PS to do it.
Greg raised his brow and shook his head as he watched her from across the room. His lips pulled into a straight line as he tried to remain neutral. He didn’t want everyone knowing how much his heart hurt with out her. Though any one with eyes could tell he hadn’t taken his eyes off the strawberry blond all night. Greg wasn’t just playing the role of bouncer for the party he was currently at but he was also watching every single person assuring that not a single soul was going to hurt his girl. That’s what she was, even though they were together..even though she was never truly his.
There wasn’t a fiber in his body that didn’t want to go to her, grab her by her wrist gently and haul her away. And when they were alone, he wanted to run his finger tips over her lips before kissing her as if he was never going to kiss her again. As if he was kissing her for the first time. He yearned to be near her and he didn’t like it.
Didn’t like that she made him so weak. She was his vulnerability and he lived a life where that would be taken advantage of. A life that she just couldn’t be surrounded by. Not only was it a risk he wasn’t willing to chance because if anything happened to her. If he lost her, then he’d have nothing and Greg would have rather loved her from afar then never be able to see her again. The other reason he didn’t want her around was because he didn’t want her to change, he didn’t want that light to darken in her eyes. That purity and hope that still surrounded her.
Greg watched as she threw her head back laughing and though the music was louder then the music that left her lips he could hear it in his head. She had must have felt his eyes upon her because she turned towards him, a small smile played on her lips as she raised her hand to wave at him before turning away. Greg wasn’t blind, she to held a pain in her eyes.
A pain he had put there.
Greg swallowed hard turning quickly weaved his way through the crowd of people dressed in fancy dresses and black suits. His hands found the glass side door, that lead to the alley way right outside the hotel. The warm summer air welcomed him with open arms. There was a garbage can a few feet from the door, a few scattered pieces of scraps littered the ground. Greg kicked a can as he stepped away from the flickering light that attempted to brighten up the darken alley way.
Tiffany found him outside tucked away in the darkness. She ran her thumb under her bottom lip assuring that her lipstick wasn’t smudged before stepped towards him. The heels she was wearing him announcing her presence but Tiffany knew he already knew someone was coming. Tiffany watched as he turned, hopeful eyes fading fast when he realized she wasn’t who he thought she was.
”Sorry to disappoint you.” She muttered softly perching herself on the wall opposite of him. “Greg, Do you think your every love anyone else?”
“Honestly? Probably not.” Greg shrugged and tapped out a cigarette then popped it between his teeth. It was a weird question coming from Tiffany but Greg new his high school sweetheart meant well. He also knew that he would never love anyone like he loved Senna.
Stuffing his hand into his left pocket he dug around for his lighter. The old zippo that still remained engraved Hennessy. The thing was his prize possession. It had been his fathers and there was a small part of him that hoped to pass it along to his own son one day. Greg flipped it open brought the flame to his cigarette before inhaling a breath. It was a nasty habit but he didn’t want to quit. Greg blew a plume of smoke towards her before taking another drag.
”I don’t want to take about it with you or anyone else for that matter.” He spoke between drags, eyes not falling upon her instead he focused them on the sky above him. He could feel the chill in his heart grow colder, as the ember on his cigarette burned brighter.
Maybe there was still hope? Maybe she would come back into his life, really come back and not just linger from a far. Greg may have been grasping for straws as he fell father into the abyss.
But he knew one thing for sure, Senna was the light even in his darkest place.