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simplyender · 10 months
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spiderpeople that could defeat spot first try:
1. spider-ham (cartoon logic dictates that he can just pick up the holes)
2. sun-spider (disabled solidarity. would probably get spot to come to the realization that hes 100% disabled and be empathetic about it)
3. spider-punk (would explain that a majority of spots problems originate from the shitty system hes in and that capitalism is the problem, not miles)
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beaulesbian · 6 months
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maybe it's how luffy's love for zoro is more subtle in the animanga (even if it's everpresent), and people usually more point out zoro's devotion to luffy than how luffy cares for him., that the live action show really went and made luffy say to zoro: I need you. It's so simple, I need you. to instantly get across just how important zoro is to luffy
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tvckerwash · 26 days
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you know, an interpretation of ct that I don't see that I personally really love is that she's a fuck up. like yes she's cool and she has some good fight scenes, but a huge part of her character is that she makes mistakes. the mistakes that she makes are ones that on their own aren't the end of the world, but she keeps making these little mistakes, and they eventually add up until she's out of room to make any more.
a really good example of this phenomenon in action is the actions she took leading up to her final confrontation with carolina and tex.
strike one, she thought she saw something in the water, but when asked by the leader what it was, she brushed it off as nothing when even if it had been nothing, it would've been smart to tell him what she thought she saw.
strike two, she didn't sense or notice florida's presence when the leader did, and she looks at the leader twice, once as she pulled out her magnums, and again after she did a scan of the room, almost like she was looking at him for guidance before he finds florida and takes him out with one good axe throw.
strike three, she couldn't convince the leader to leave when they had the chance to get away, and her cheap tricks were not enough to hold off either tex or carolina in a fight. they were only good for incapacitating her opponents enough for her to get away, which doesn't work when she has no escape.
ct is not tex, or carolina, or south. she is not a one woman army who can get herself out of trouble when she's stuck in tough situations. she needs people who can watch her back, she need a team who can cover her when she does mess up, and the leader and his team were not those people. she couldn't bring herself to trust them, and they couldn't bring themselves to trust her, and that cost all of them their lives.
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daily-hanamura · 7 months
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akutagawa: we’ve got this under control
atsushi: in what POSSIBLE way is this under control??
akutagawa: shut up it’s under control because i decided it is
atsushi: THERE IS A MAN ON FIRE
akutagawa: EVERYTHING IS FINE
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weenieliker · 5 months
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i finished my tf2stuck designs!
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heyclickadee · 1 year
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Regarding Tech and one reason I think we’re all reeling:
So, we’re all pretty hurt right now. Even if you’re firmly in the “Tech lived” camp, which I am, it still hurts—it still feels like a death, and something that needs to be mourned, even if or when he makes it back. I’ve seen a lot of people say it feels like they’re grieving a friend, not a fictional character. And one reason for that, beyond Tech being a well-developed, beloved character, beyond him being a fantastic piece of representation, even beyond the way that our brains can react to fictional characters the same way they do to real people, is that Tech’s story is so unfinished.
He’s developing this amazing relationship with Omega. He has the chance of staying on Pabu in peace and being something other than a soldier. He maybe discovered a passion for racing. He’s branching out and appreciating the galaxy beyond the war, the republic, the separatists, the Jedi, and being allowed to appreciate how broad it is in ways he hadn’t before. He’s falling in love with someone who’s falling for him. He’s pushing to get his brother back and reunite his family. And then—
His story gets derailed. The batch’s story gets derailed—by something none of them could have accounted for. No one expected there to be someone else infiltrating Eriadu. But there was, and it sends the whole trajectory of his life, all of their lives, figuratively and literally—they’re on a train when this happens, guys—off the tracks. Suddenly Tech has to let himself fall to give his family a chance. It’s fast, it’s brutal, and it’s almost nonsensical. It shouldn’t need to happen—but it does. And that’s how loss happens in real life, a lot of the time.
Sometimes there’s closure, and sometimes the people we lose get to live out their whole full lives, but not always. A lot of the time, they had plans. They were just going about and being themselves. The walk out the door and you think nothing of it and then—they’re gone. And now there’s so much left to do, so much unsaid, so many things that will never happen because they’re gone. You come home after hearing the news and their room is empty. There’s a half eaten bowl of cereal they left on the table. Their favorite chair is empty. There’s no satisfying conclusion or narrative closure—it’s just life, interrupted, suddenly and brutally, in a way that’s impossible to understand. That’s often how it is. And right now, for the batch characters, and for us, that’s Tech. He has everything to live for—and then he’s ripped away.
Now, this is something that rarely happens in fiction, because it’s incredibly unsatisfying. Maybe because loss is so sudden and cruel in the real world, we want our fictional deaths to come with purpose and feel like a natural conclusion. And while the unsatisfactory nature of Tech’s “death” is one of the many (many) (seriously there are so many) reasons why I don’t think this is permanent, it does (for now) put us on the same emotional footing as the characters in a way it wouldn’t if it had happened in a narratively satisfying way. We’re not just sad, we’re grieving him right alongside them. It feels unfair and wrong because it is. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! This wasn’t supposed to happen! And no, it wasn’t. But things got derailed on Eriadu.
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petrichorful · 3 months
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random tf2 thought but I am once again wishing we got that expiration date show even if just so that we could see more of the merc’s real personalities. Like that video of Spy’s Rally that ended up being cut from meet the spy - that shit is FIRE. And it really is in line with the comics and expiration date in portraying Spy as a sort of charismatic speaker/team leader who can in fact comprehend working in a group.
In the games we mainly see a very adrenaline-fueled, hostile side of the mercs where they’re just screaming at the enemy team in the middle of battle But like. Spy’s speeches are fire, y’know? I wanna see more team leader Spy. I wanna see more artist Scout. I wanna see more family-oriented Heavy. I wanna see more daddy issues Engineer. Gimme.
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akkivee · 10 months
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applesandbannas747 · 9 months
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What I love about this scene is the way it actually taps into Eugene's potential--as a fencer and as a character. One of the biggest things we learn about Eugene very early on is that he fails, but more importantly, he gets back up and keeps at it. And that was such a cool aspect of him and how he fits on the team that hasn't been tapped until now.
The thing with a character like Eugene is that everyone forgets about him. Scott doesn't even mention Eugene in his breakdown of the Kings Row fencing team:
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And Kyle forgets about his existence as he tells Nick that his whole team lost their last round:
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But, obviously, Kyle was wrong--Eugene won his last match.
Eugene isn't an x-factor or an underdog. He's not an up-and-comer that's going to spring at you out of nowhere. He's steady, and while everyone else is going through their drama, he continues to trundle along. And it's so forgettable and unremarkable that people forget him. They overlook him. But, slowly, he'll continue to weather the losses and improve because of them. And when Kings Row needs him, he'll be there. And when that's the downfall of an opposing team, it won't be because they didn't see him coming. It will be because they ignored him.
Eugene's stamina--his hardiness--is what he brings to the team, and it's not glamorous or impressive, not in the way that gets the spotlight. But he'll be there, continuing on even when no one's watching, ready to step up when he's needed.
Because it's all about the stamina, my bros.
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leclercskiesahead · 9 months
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the fact that ferrari went and got a marina bay sands partnership just so charles and carlos could have their anniversary fuck at the place they had their first date for free is some next level matchmaking
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thebluestbluewords · 11 months
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Teeth are overrated anyway
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"Congrats." Mal says quietly. She does, in fact, know how to have some tact, sometimes. "Heard you made the team." 
Carlos rolls his head to the side so he can talk to something that's not the tightly curled space between his own knees. "I punched a kid so hard he threw up." he says softly. Like it's a confession. 
"And? I bet that fucker deserved it." 
"Not really."
In Mal’s expert opinion, they all deserve it. Every kid who shoulder checks them in the hall just because they're there, every girl who won't look at Evie while she crushes their test scores, everyone who comes to Mal when they want something and ices her out when they don't, they all deserve it. Every kid who's ever taken a sharpie to their doors to tell them how worthless they are, they deserve it tenfold, and if one of them took a punch to the gut while wearing practice armor, it's nothing compared to what Mal would do to them given half the chance. 
"I promise you, they really did," Mal says. "You punched one kid. I've punched how many now?" 
Carlos laughs. It's not funny.  "Fourteen." 
Right. Out of all the ways their families fucked them up, he got the obsessive kind of guilt tracking. Preventative evidence, because the adults who want them gone will totally listen to a timestamped, cross-referenced spreadsheet of all the times they've actually fucked up, instead of whatever imagined crimes they're actually going to get sent back over. The spreadsheet's very existence is incriminating, and it could be bad if it gets into the wrong hands, but anybody who's able to get into three layers of password-protected sub-folders deserves the hex they'll get for snooping, and will probably feel too guilty (hopefully) to use it properly against them anyway. It won’t matter. The adults who care about them won't be able to override the ones who fabricate crimes they didn't even do, and one spreadsheet, even with locked timestamps for every edit, won't do much against a royal word. 
Whatever. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms. 
"Fourteen," Mal echoes back. "That's a lot fucking more than one, and I'm still here." 
His head makes a solid noise against the wood. "You're different. People like you." 
Mal can't stop the scornful noise she makes at that one, but she can pick her next words wisely. 
Tread carefully, fearless leader. There's no coming back from this one. 
"I think," she says slowly, inching her way closer. "That you are severely overestimating how much people like me, fleabrain." 
Carlos makes a soft noise. He's listening, which is score one for Mal. 
"I'm not some perfect princess who never does anything wrong. Obviously." Fourteen classmates with black eyes and bloody noses. Fourteen people who won't speak ill of her crew again.  "I just keep trying, and I guess the Auradonians here are too stupid to realize that we're a bunch of lost causes. Their mistake, right?" 
"Right," Carlos whispers. "They're the ones who keep making mistakes." 
Hm. It's the right energy, but maybe not quite the right words.
"We deserve better than their scraps," Mal says, low and serious and warming to her cause now. "We deserve at least as much as they give their own stupid children, and if their noble-born brats can keep fucking up over and over, then we deserve at least as many chances as they get. We deserve our place here, and if they haven't kicked me out after punching fourteen people. they're sure as shit not going to kick you out over punching one." 
"Right." 
Mal can feel the heat of Carlos's body next to hers now, so close they could be touching. "Of course I'm right. And besides, why would they let you on the team if they're going to kick you off right after? It'd be a drain on their time and resources, and they're not gonna waste energy on us if they don't need to. You're stuck on that team whether you like it or not, dumbass." 
Carlos laughs. It's not exactly a happy sound, but it's closer than before. "I didn't want to join. I fuckin' hate organized sports." 
"Ah, like how I didn't want to join the equestrian club, and Evie dragged me to the meeting under false premises and wouldn't let me leave without petting a horse?" 
"Like that," he agrees, and finally tips his head onto Mal's shoulder. "I didn't want to do the second round of tryouts, but they're down a man since Aza broke his ankle, so Coach called everyone on the backup rotation in for a test scrimmage." 
"Let me guess, some shithead tried to pull shit because you're tiny, and you rage slammed him into the fuckin' dust?" 
Mal can feel the warm gust of his sigh on her neck this time, and it feels like what home must be for other people. "Yup. Pretty much." 
Weird. 
“I thought coach was all about controlling your power," Mal says, thinking out loud from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Jay a few nights ago. “Guess he's some sort of filthy hypocrite who only means that for the big guys, huh." 
Carlos shakes his head. His hair is a soft, static-y mess that sticks to her cheek from the friction. She's going to be pulling handfuls out of her mouth later, but it's fine for now.  "Nah. He wants people who aren't afraid of full contact. Apparently he's playing some sort of psych-out game with one of the other teams, and he's pretty sure I'm unassuming enough that they'll never see it coming." 
"So he wants you to punch more people?" Mal asks incredulously. She may be bad at teams, and organized sports, and anything that involves running for more than a few minutes at a time, but a school-sanctioned chance to punch people might be worth making a stink about starting a girl's team over. "Sounds like a fuckin' sweet deal to me." 
“I—“ Carlos starts. 
Somebody pounds on the closet door, and his mouth snaps shut so fast Mal can hear the click. 
"Hey, if you two are done having a heart-to-heart in there, some of us wanna get to dinner on time!" Jay calls through the door. "Toss me out some shoes if you're skipping and I'll tell Verne you're both sick." 
Mal shoves open the door without waiting, and is rewarded with a satisfying 'oof' as the handle hits Jay in the stomach. "We were almost done, dumbass. You can't wait five minutes for us to strategize the best way for me to get in on this school-sanctioned hitting people shit?" 
Jay grins down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope." he says brightly, popping the 'p'. "Dinner waits for no man, and I'm not missing out on bread just cause you two decided it was the right time to have a gossip sesh in my closet."
"Ow," Mal grumbles, unfolding herself from the floor. "Fuck you, who told you that gossip sesh was a word people actually use?" 
Jay steps back to let her out, still grinning infuriatingly. "Lonnie." 
Mal's going to sneak into that girl's room and dye all her clothes pink. 
No, she'd probably like that. Purple, then. An unflattering purple. One of those periwinkles that's so blue it doesn't deserve to share a name with the perfect purples that Mal herself wears. Perfect. 
"I'm going to make you both suffer," Mal informs him. "I'll dye all your clothes black." 
"Ooh, you think I'd look hot goth?" Jay shoots back, reaching past Mal to give Carlos a hand up. "Do your worst, killer. I already bribed your girlfriend. She said I'm her favorite model now." 
"You did not." 
"Did so." 
"Nobody bribed me with anything!" Evie calls from the boy's bathroom. "Jay's a better model than you because he knows how to hold still, M." 
"Nobody ever asks me to model," Carlos grumbles. Unlike Mal, he looks like he's comfortable standing upright, which is deeply unfair. "I'd be great at it." 
Evie sticks her head out of the bathroom. She's holding a hot curling wand to her hair, but her makeup is already on and impeccable for their teacher-student dinner tonight. "That's because you're already my favorite, baby. No matter how many people you've punched." 
Carlos flashes her a tiny, blink-and-you've-missed-it smile. It’s worth it. All the time in the world would be worth it to see that smile again. “Thanks, E." 
"Yeah, for nothing," Mal grumbles, twisting back and forth until her back pops. "What am I, moldy fish heads? I just spent half an hour twisted up in a closet, I want good girlfriend credit too." 
Evie laughs. "The fact that you call it girlfriend credit means you could never really stay in that closet, babe. You get all the girlfriend points." 
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daisywords · 6 months
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EVERYONE HOLD UP I think I just discovered the missing piece that connects the worldbuilding and the plot and the characters and everything and surprise surprise it's an element I was considering near the wip's genesis but discarded and now it's back in full force babey
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omercifulheaves · 20 days
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Robocop 2 (1989)
Art by Devon Whitehead
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lokisasylum · 7 months
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If the new contract doesn't offer FAIR treatment for all 7 and its just the same ol same ol. Then I really don't have a lot of high expectations for the group as a whole when they come back. If there are NO changes and only ONE of them will benefit from it then I'm afraid we'll never escape from "Butter" and "Yet to come" eras.
And I think NO one, solo or OT7, wants to go back to that...
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parvuls · 1 year
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woke up today and immediately thought that all I want is an enemies to lovers + single dad fic, where bitty and jack get along about as well as they did in canon year 1 (so not at all), but unfortunately have to grin and bear it because they're jack's kid first and second most favorite person, and their love for the kid overshadows their distaste for each other
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