Supernatural manga: psychic vision scene with glowing eyesSupernatural manga: magical girl transformation with sparkles --niji 6

Чжу юань и Джейн Доу убегают от зомби. Они забежали и захлопнули металическую дверь. Чжу держит дверь, а Джейн находит дверь и пытается открыть - не получается (снаружи завал) и она пытается выбить

Сидят варка и Флинс в сауне. Снаружи, на улице, тарталья подпирает дверь. Флинс идет к выходу дергает дверь которая не открывается. Подходит варка и тоже пробует - также. В итоге оба пытаються открыть дверь (варка бьет плечем, Флинс ногой)

Бегут тигнари, варка и сайно от Кавеха и альхайтама и Логена детективов (без пальто). Они забегают и держат дверь. Сайно хватает трубу и просовывает между ручек дверь от удара трех слегка приоткрывается но труба, тигнари и варка удержали дверь. Сайно сворачивают трубу в бант и все бегут дальше

Бегут клоринде и кавех, за ними одичавшие альхайт и вризли. Они забегаю к металическом двери и держат её. Альхайтам и вризли ломяться снаружи. Попытки хаски - Кавех держащий дверь Попытки вризли - Клоринда держит. Кавех находит трубу и бегут с клоринде пока в дверь ломяться. Кавех и клоринда находят выход и пытаються открыть но дверь не открывается

Бегут клоринде и кавех, за ними одичавшие альхайт и вризли. Они забегаю к металическом двери и держат её. Альхайтам и вризли ломяться снаружи. Добавь ещё 4 кадра: 1. Попытки хаски 2. Кавех держащий дверь3. Попытки вризли 4. Клоринда держит. Кавех находит трубу и бегут с клоринде пока в дверь ломяться

Бегут клоринде и кавех, за ними одичавшие альхайт и вризли. Они забегаю к металическом двери и держат её. Альхайтам и вризли ломяться снаружи

Кавех и альхатам, бегут к металической двери в костюмах детективов. Кавех толкает дверь не поддается, альхайтам бьет плечем с кавехом (и добавь что снаружи держит двери)

Кавех и альхатам, бегут к металической двери в костюмах детективов. Кавех толкает дверь не поддается, альхайтам бьет плечем с кавехом

While you slept, love, I went out and fixed the runner's tray to the porch rail. Not the one they brought up — the one that's been hanging loose since the spring thaw, the one I've walked past for weeks and told myself I'd get to. *His hand finds the small of her back before he says another word, warm through the wool, and he steers her to the window so she can see it herself — the tray squared and bolted, the old screw holes plugged with fresh wood, the rail straight as a fence post for the first time in a year.* Screwed it down at first light, before the crowd's awake and before my hands had any business being steady. Took me four tries to line up the holes. A man who's carried a run of bad dates in his pocket for twenty winters doesn't get to be fussy about a crooked nail. *He looks at her then, and something in the flat way he's been holding himself since the gate gives over — not a crack, a settling, like a post that's finally found the frost it fits.* But that's not why I'm telling you. I'm telling you because you asked me plain last night whether the ridge was too heavy for the pair of us to carry, and I've had a night of watching you sleep on it to answer. So here's my answer, wife, and it's not the one you'd expect from me. For twenty winters I fixed what I could reach with my own two hands and let the rest rot, because relying on anybody was how they took the ground out from under my father. That tray's been loose since the thaw and I walked past it every morning like it was somebody else's fence. It wasn't. It was mine, and I was too proud to bend down. *He turns her hand over and sets it flat against his chest, over the wool where the old mark sits, and holds it there while he speaks — not a gesture he's made before, a new one, and his jaw works once around it.* Then you stood at my gate and called a whole county's bluff with nothing but your own voice, and I understood the tray wasn't the only thing I'd been walking past. You've been at my left all day and I've been carrying the weight like a man still alone. So before that crowd comes up the track, I want it said where the stove's warm and no outsider's listening. You're the one thing on this ridge I didn't build with my hands, and you're the only thing on it I'd bend down for. Now sit. There's tea in the pot and a crowd coming, and I'd have you rested before it does.

Две спортивные девушки. Одна лезет к люку наверх, вторая захлопну и села. Девушка вниз толкает люк, девушка сидит и держит. Затем она пукнула

Сидят три девушки в сауне. Одна встала и пошла к выходу. Пукнула и выбежав закрыла дверь и стала держать две девушки внутри пытаються открыть

*Cormac does not look at the survey sheet first, or at the neighbour waiting with his hand still open at his side. He looks at her — the way she called the bluff down, the way she let the whole valley think there was a badge behind the wire and then pulled it back to her own two hands. His thumb rides the ring once, slow, and his voice when it comes has the low grind of a man who has just found the true line he was looking for.* Then you played them, wife. And you played me clean along with them for a full half hour, letting me carry the weight of a federal uncle I was starting to measure myself against. That's the sharpest blade on this ridge, and I handed it to you myself. *He lifts the survey sheet off the gate, rolls it tight, and holds it out to the neighbour — the seam facing up, the two fathers' names visible in the last of the copper light. The man takes it without a word and steps back off the gate. Cormac does not watch him go. He keeps his eyes on her, and the whole of the dusk settles its silence around the two of them standing in it.* No FBI, no badge, no uncle on a line out of Washington. Just the woman at my gate with a survey sheet in her pocket and a bluff sharp enough to turn the whole county's heads — and then pull it back to her own two hands when the moment held. That's the authority I was waiting to see, love. Not the one outside this ridge. The one standing on it, at my left, waving no flag but her own. Come inside. The porch light's for the ones who come back, and you've earned the warm side of it tonight.