#han's afterthoughts

[satashiiwrites]

Afterthoughts 1.03 Next of Kin (Bobby)

Another episode coda. This one is set during Chim’s coma.

Title: Afterthoughts, 1.03 Next of Kin (Bobby)

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Chim/Tatiana mentioned.

Chapter summary: Thoughts and prayers at bedside.

Tags/warnings: canon events. Angst. Bobby’s Catholic Guilt™️

read it here on AO3

#afterthoughts #afterthoughts coda #911 #911 fic #1.03 next of kin #chimney han #captain bobby nash #chapter update

[thistoowillpasss]

Coworker: Wild shift today, you were killing it on the line. What makes you move like that? Me, Internally: Tell them. Tell them that when the shift starts, your soul entwines with a militia member in the Yellow Scarves Rebellion during the waning years of the Han Dynasty, and that while the two of you do not speak the same dialect, you feel each other's presence and memories, and resonate within your equal contempt of a system in which your lives are equal to a shaft of wheat in an endless field, cut down without consequence or afterthought, the rage crossing generational boundaries and making you both push with a fire that only fades when you clock out for the day. Me: I drinks a monster energy.

[txttletale]

(Other than the really weird bit about "Male presenting Doctor") what were your thoughts about the specials?

pretty mixed bag, pretty messy, but good overall. i think they were very obviously a nostalgia trip for people around my age lol and it worked! i loved seeing tennant and tate back onscreen together, their chemistry hasn't aged a bit, and honestly just watching doctor who that wasn't written by chris chibnall was a breath of fresh air. they weren't boring, like seasons 11 and 12 were, and they didn't go too far off the other end into nonsense like flux did. characters want things again! the show can let itself just be silly! i was literally cheering out loud when donna and the doctor were just saying random scifi gobbledegook at each other for like a solid several minutes during the star beast.

the structure of the specials kind of baffles me. i love wild blue yonder--i think it's definitively the best of the specials as a standalone, it's absolutely fantastic, creepy and atmospheric and bringing things around to RTD's strength, which is well-written characters interacting with each other and letting good actors just act. but at the same time i dont understand why it exists? it feels like...idk. imagine if you watched the star wars original trilogy but instead of the empire strikes back the middle film was just a feature length film about luke and han surviving on an ice planet with no reference to anything that happens in the last film except the two characters' relationship. and then the next film was still return of the jedi, unchanged. it felt like that

i liked all the weird campy silliness of the star beast and the giggle, and they were both very fun! neil patrick harris gave a fantastic performance, there are a lot of very memorable sequences from the giggle, but it's very very all over the place. so many threads get kind of picked up and go nowhere. the toymaker's haunted house dimension goes nowhere. RTD's eyerolling social media commetnary goes nowhere (thank god tbh but yknow im illustrating something here). even the toymaker kind of goes nowhere, after ncuti gatwa shows up he's bascially an afterthought who loses by dropping a ball. obvious parallels to david tennant's first episode with that ball scene could be made, but just... aren't. it feels like load-bearing sectikons of the plot and themes were cut out to make room for a backdoor pilot for the stupid fucking UNIT spinoff

oh and it goes without saying i fucking hate all the UNIT wank in the star beast and the giggle. i hope space nine eleven 2 happens to their stupid fucking avengers tower i cannot stand kate stewart who is constantly a murderous bonehead (in the giggle alone she gets two pepole killed by not listening to the doctor and assuming that this teleporting godlike entity could be restrainted by Two Guys) who is both in and out of universe just a boring nepo baby with no merit of her own

um. i still dont know what happened with the regeneration. i think the implication is that when david tennant dies hell time travel back to become ncuti gatwa inside himself--at least the rehab dialogue seems to make that implication. but it's not really explained or explored? baffling. i do think that fourteen getting to settle down and live a peaceful life with his friends is cute.

oh yeah and the ask said other than that but goddd there was some good stuff in the star beast and honestly with the state of the UK media i will take any perspective on trans people that includes baseline human erespect but some of those lines made me cringe so bad. anyway overall i am cautiously optimistic for the future of the show--oh ncuti was fucking great did i mention that i instantly bnought him as the doctor he owned the scene, the moment he was there it was clear he was the protagonist, and i liked the church on ruby road well enough too--i am cautiously optimistic but i worry that a big UNIT-shaped tumor will devour huge chunks of it and it'll be annoying. also russel t davies is like 60 and i just dont want to hear what he has to say about twitter so im not looking forward to dot and bubble

#ask #doctor who

[restinslices]

I found your twilight post with the Lin Kuei brothers amusing and relatable 🤣

Can you do headcannons on watching marvel movies with the reader? Captain America is my favorite character in the movies lol

The MCU is huge so lmk if there was something specific you wanted to know about

Bi-Han

I don’t see any of them watching a lot of movies so you definitely introduced it to him 

He takes the longest time to finish the movies because it’s not on the top of his list when it comes to concerns 

He’s one of those overly critical watchers so he’s annoying as fuck to watch movies with 

I can see him liking Ultron

Why? I think he’d like the concept of Ultron and understand why he’s thinking the way he is 

The type to agree with Thanos until someone points out he could’ve just doubled the resources 

His favorite Phase is Phase 3 purely because Hela is his favorite character in the entire MCU 

He’s legit upset she was killed off 

I’d say which show is his favorite but I only watched Wandavision and TFATWS so moving on-

I don’t know if I see him reading the comics. Maybe if he’s curious enough 

The Avengers and The Guardians of The Galaxy are pinned against each other a lot, but what does he think?

I think it changes a lot. Depends on his mood

One thing’s for sure; he prefers the OG Avengers 

Not one of those Marvel fans that remembers everything and he doesn’t really stay up to date

Hasn’t even watched any of the shows yet 

Please bring Hela back and stop pissing him off. She ain’t do nothing wrong 

Quick afterthought 

He’s Team Cap

He don’t even wanna listen to Liu Kang. Why the fuck would he agree with the government controlling The Avengers?

Kuai Liang

NOT one of the overly critical watchers so thank fuck 

If he spots something that’s off, he’ll call it out but that’s as bad as it gets 

He likes a mix of villains and heroes

If the villains got a point, then they got a point. That’s just how it is.

He likes villains that can become better people. The pure evils ones he’s like “yeah you suck” but villains that are actually victims or who have done certain things but try to become better, he likes 

Because of that I’d say his favorite villain is The Winter Soldier 

He’s done terrible things but Kuai Liang feels pity for him and enjoys his story 

I think either Avengers or Civil War is his favorite movie 

He prefers the og era of the MCU and I think the Avengers as a whole reminds him of his family (petty as fuck towards each other but there’s ultimately love there) and Civil War was a banger

A situation where there’s technically not a right side is a topic I can see him liking 

With that being said, he is both Team Cap and Team Ironman 

Since he follows Liu Kang I can see him being like “sometimes teams need to be reined in and need someone to follow”

But in the same breath this is the same government that is corrupt and has proven themselves as not trustworthy 

And people could always die before the heroes are able to help

Then there’s Bucky and he once again understands why Steve wouldn’t tell but he also understands Tony’s anger 

He stays somewhat up to date when it comes to the new movies and shows 

He knows when they come out but he doesn’t see them right away 

Tomas

I can see him staying up to date and seeing the movies whenever he could 

Has possibly read some comics too?

Prefers Heroes 

Do I wanna say his favorite character is Spider-Man because the PS5 Spider-Man voices Tomas?

Yes

So that’s what imma do

Does he have a favorite Spider-Man?

I’m not sure. I can see him seeing the positives and negatives of all the Spidermen 

Team Cap for the accords 

Team Ironman for the Bucky situation 

His parents were killed so are we surprised? No

The type to see the positives of Phase 4 instead of just saying it’s shit 

Is it the best? No. But it’s not all ass. Damn.

He prefers the Guardians so when Gamora was killed, his heart was in SHAMBLES 

“Maybe Gamora and Peter can fall in love again”

I have bad news 

Favorite Phase is always changing. Each Phase has bangers and non bangers so it changes day to day 

I know I said he loved all the Spidermen but his favorite movie is probably a Tobey Maguire Spider-Man movie 

Do not tell him the Avengers are more like coworkers than family. Do not fuck up his day 

He likes found family movies so he enjoys the movies that focus on the groups 

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang #tomas vrbada smoke #kuai liang mk1 #kuai liang headcanons #bi han headcanons #tomas vrbada headcanons #kuai liang x reader #bi han x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #mk1 headcanons

[kingmaker-a]

Not Friends | Jeong Jinsoul

Mafia AU

Universe: Infinite possibilities

Car Thief Jinsoul x Assassin Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of illegal activities consistent with Mafia AUs.

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff

Premise: Years had been shared between the two of you, long before she ran The Akira Slide, she was your car thief best friend. Long before the legend of Strider echoed through Tiger Clan halls, you were her awkward best friend.

Even on the roughest days, you'd be there for her.

It’s not often you find yourself dragged into the orbit of Jinsoul, at least not like this. Her gaze lingers over you with a drunken haziness. There’s the briefest glimmer of a smile, a joy so bright it competes with the blinding casino lights.

You slump into the chair opposite her with a tired yawn. Was this how she felt being at your beck and call at every hour of the day or night. 

“Does Lippie know you’re here?”

The question almost feels like an afterthought to her, responsibilities were nothing but a foreign concept to her alcohol addled brain.

She twists slightly under your gaze, “hm? I told her I had clan business to take care of.”

Her gaze lingers over the casino, the other patrons knew better than to sneak more than cursory glances at the two of you.

“Aren’t you gonna drink?”

You scoff, “and who would drive you home?”

Her jaw hangs open for the slightest moment, surprise etched into knotted eyebrows. A giggle trembles across her soft lips, a pointed thumb to the back rooms. "Rebel said I could crash here."

You roll your eyes, "what about your car?" 

"It'll be fine, plus I can always start a new project…" Her eyes twist over you, like a shade of colour in a monochrome world. 

It's a brief soft moment, wordless and drifting. You don't usually feel vulnerable or out of place but underneath the heat of her gaze it's impossible. 

Her eyes whisper like gentle fingers over each bump, each scratch and bruise. 

You were fine… You were always fine. Still, your suit was off kilter, messy and unprofessional. 

Unbecoming. 

You'd lost your tie in the midst of a struggle, an improvised weapon for a messy time. 

Better than the time you had to use a shoelace… or a straw for that matter.

"What about your car?" 

Suddenly everything feels normal again and there's a stone wall between the two of you. A smile bristles across your teeth. "At home, where else?" 

Her brow weighs heavy, lost in the touch of your words, "so you walked from?" 

"Construction site down on southside… One thing lead to another and I'm here."

That was a simple way to put it, she didn't need to hear about you playing magical cars. 

Or being implicated in a kidnapping attempt. 

Or having to settle a debt with the Han Mafia. 

Or having to fight Black Family. 

There is something slightly off kilter about her gaze, worn away by the abrasiveness of recent days. Still there's an almost ephemeral, haunting edge that lingers on the tip of your tongue. 

You can't quite place what it means, but it's almost a misplaced worry. 

There's a hesitance that bounces in her fingertips, as they dance ever close to your face. 

So close, yet so far out of reach. 

A gloved hand grips at her wrist, your gloved hand. You tug her tender reach away with a reaffirming squeeze, mustering the best smile you can. 

Bruised and bloodied. 

"I'm fine, really I am." 

Only now do you feel the weary edge in your bones, heavy with the weight of sin. Still you hold her on your back, despite every complaint your muscles make and the rain that drips down your face, creeping into every fiber of your dress shirt. 

Your blazer a haphazard attempt at shielding her from the worst of it. 

Despite the chilling cool breeze of the night air and the encroaching dampness that pervades your clothes, there's a blazing unabating heat that sparks every nerve in your body. 

Your skin bristles as she nuzzles deeper into you, her soft lips whisper across the bare skin of your neck like the honey soaked kisses of a lover. 

Her hands snake into your dress shirt, dancing just shy of your collarbone in a desperate plea for warmth or grip. 

Regardless, your heart chokes and sputters under her electrifying touch, your mind dances coyly with thoughts un-had; better left un-had. 

You fight through every fibre of your aching tired flesh, slowly hauling the two of you up your stairs. The garage is almost an afterthought as her lips whisper over your neck again. 

A drunken hazy murmur. 

"When did you get so strong Stride?" 

A smirk-lined huff parts your lips, "probably, after the second body I had to clean up?" 

She nuzzles once again, the conversation makes it easier to focus, to ignore the sparks that fly at every caress. 

Still, you can't help but feel a frown pressed against your skin, an imprint of her lips. 

You pause in your strides, your muscles ache less than the worry that weighs against you. 

"Sorry."

"It's alright… I just realised you've changed a lot."

You haul her through your front door, dancing across wooden floorboards with a practised ease; avoiding every creaky board. Still your keys bang lightly against each other, as you do your best to shift them back into your pocket.

A delicate dance to avoid waking the living embodiment of chaos that was your dog; Doki the ever loveable rascal was an added weight of responsibility you didn’t need in this delicate moment.

Still, you pause as she slips ever so slightly, an aching groan of your biceps pulls her back into place.

"For the better I hope?" 

"Mm, yeah yeah of course," Despite her positive words, there's a disheartened weight to her words, melancholic and dry.

You slowly shift her weight off your back, placing her on your couch, a dull singular lamp light barely fights against the dark. 

There's an anxious pace to her eyes, as a frown paints its way across her lips. Only now, do you feel the void of air against your neck. 

You crouch down next to her, holding her gaze at eye level. 

"What's up?" 

"I-..." Her lips purse. "I miss how we used to be… Before all the mess."

"You mean before having to deal with Weaver and his lot?" 

The experience had affected you both differently, unsavory methods were your bread and butter after all. 

"Before Doki,” her features twitch, like each syllable is painful, “that's when you started changing."

Your features twitch and knit together begging for an elaboration. 

There's a decadence to behold in her hesitation. Unspoken words whisper at the edge of her lips just out of reach. Her eyes linger against yours twisting with turmoil. 

She releases a held breath. 

"Do you remember the nickname JK gave us when we first started?" 

You fail to see the relevance, yet you can see the waxing nostalgia that practically oozes from her lips.

"You were Carrot and I was Stick," you stretch your neck to the side. "Why?" 

It was lame, yet paradoxically cool. 

"We used to get paired up a lot huh?" there's a lingering reminiscent fog to her tongue, there’s a strange beauty to her caught in the basking flare of light. 

It was rare for her to not say what she thought.

"Well, yeah." It's as obvious as day to you. "Social situations aren't my strong suit, even Rose knows that."

"Aggressive negotiations are far from mine," there’s the slight quirk of a frown that tugs at the edge of her lips. "How is Rosie anyway?" 

A smirk lines your lips even as your eyes roll. 

"Annoying as ever, she keeps inviting me to social events to help me meet people."

You can't help but notice the way her grip tightens against a cushion, with an almost desperate strength to fight against escaping sand. 

A weird phenomena for sure, like an imposter that had taken the place of your best friend. 

She melts slightly under your narrowing gaze, perhaps she had more to drink than you thought?

“You have gotten more sociable lately.”

Her words almost feel wrong and unnatural, a foreign biting edge. You tilt your head to the side, trying to piece together what the hell was up with her. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

A deepening frown burns across her lips, a gust of wind in the form of a sigh, stressed and tensed like years of weight finally made apparent, it rattles against your bones.

“You used to need me.” 

You’d been through a lot in your years together in the clan, clashing blades, howling explosions and echoing bullets.

3am joyrides in a stolen car, laughter on the edge of her lips even as some bangs against the boot.

Nothing cuts or bites as deep as the twisted scorn and pain in her words. Your gloved hands grip at her calloused hands. A heart palpitating tension chokes at your core.

“Soul, you’re my best friend… I always need you.”

Even as the frown remains painted on her lips, you catch the slightest bloom of relief. Still, you realise you don’t hangout like you used to.

You adjust yourself, pulling yourself close to her even as she takes up all the couch. Your legs breathe a sigh of relief as you stretch, you lay your arm on her side brushing her bicep with a reassuring thumb.

She bristles slightly at your touch, even if the silence hangs in the air for what feels like centuries… It's comfortable.

“So… meet anyone lately?”

Her eyes roll with an annoyed smile, “who are you Rosie?”

Your hand clutches at your chest with an exaggerated grimace, "Hey now, I remember distinctly consoling someone whenever they had problems with their love life."

Tubs of ice cream and liquor had dotted your shared youth, lingering into the eves of young adulthood. 

She bites back a smile, another roll of her eyes. "I somehow remember scoring a date for my absolute loser of a friend with a certain wonderful lawyer." 

And she's been a wonderful asset ever since, even if a prickly thorn of curiosity when it comes to your love life. 

Someone would think you and Rose had never been lovers before. 

A laugh parts through your lips, a twisting jubilance gnashes at your teeth. “Your friend sounds like a catch.”

There’s the tiniest wiggle of her finger, tutting and taunting “I’m a catch.”

It’s almost habitual the way your hand interlocks against hers, a refusal. A cocky smirk lines your teeth, dances across your lips as you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, sure you are chief.”

She pulls you closer with an annoyed grimace, a tight knit dance you’re unable to avoid, your muscles ache as you try to fight back. You catch the glimmer of her competitive edge glistening in her eyes, as you roll through a slow back and forth.

A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers crest her side, eliciting a barely hidden giggle as you tickle deep into her side.

A swift kick to your shoulder is your just reward as you crumple and roll, pulling your would-be assailant with you. Air echoes and sails from your chest as she lands on you with a thud.

Laughter bounces from her lips as a groan escapes yours. Her alcohol stained breath tickles your nose with ribbed jubilance, her hand still clutched, intertwined with yours. 

Her eyes linger against yours, a flash of surprise or perhaps even realisation as she inches closer, like she’s counting every individual eyelash, you can almost count each individual fleck of stardust lost in her eyes.

You hear the slightest creak of the floorboards, your senses honed to a razor-sharp edge. Yet they fade into nothingness as you hang on to every word.

There’s a hesitation, an anxiety that quivers on the edge of her lips as her lips purse.

“I know this might be dumb considering we’ve been friends for longer than I can remember…” her eyes narrow against yours, each beautiful individual fleck bounces with trepidation, gone was the hardened criminal, reduced to nothing but a hushed whisper.

The air is electric under her touch, as you hang on her silence, curiosity clawing at your chest and into your heart. 

“How come we never gave it a shot?”

You pop a smirk like you’d cock a gun or sharpen a knife, razor-sharp and witty. You lean dangerously close, a whisper away from her own features.

You fight desperately against a nervous dry gulp.

“Simple, you never asked.”

She devours you the moment the words leave your lips, leaving no moments for hesitation as her lips meld against yours. Your hands rake through her hair as you pull, tugging her closer with a hungry edge. 

It burns deep like a ravenous forest fire as her teeth bite against your bottom, searing her smile into every inch. The taste of honeyed sweet alcohol lingers on every inch of her lips, even if you could somehow get drunk off of her taste.

You knew it was her who was truly intoxicating.

#jinsoul #jinsoul fluff #jinsoul scenarios #jinsoul imagines #loona jinsoul #loona #loona fluff #loona imagines #loona scenarios #odd eye circle jinsoul #odd eye circle #odd eye circle scenarios #odd eye circle fluff #odd eye circle imagines #kpop imagines #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop scenarios

[kavat]

Okay I'm here with the essay loosely inspired by this post and how the pronoun debate online always defaults to english which diminishes the work of people all over the world.

In swedish we have three singular third pronouns; han/honom (he/him), hon/henne (she/her) and den/det (it). Our language is thankfully not very gendered at all, which makes the whole thing a lot easier than for example latin based languages that genders exactly everything (we do basically have two neutrals instead, which is quite confusing at times, but I digress).

Back in the day when people wanted to convey an unknown or irrelevant gender they would say "han eller hon" meaning "he or she". It works but is quite cumbersome. In writing it was often "han/hon". This was the norm for as long as I know. Very similar to english.

I followed a few feminist blogs in the late 00s and they didn't like that "he" was always put first and started to write it as h*n, h/n, h#n and similar. It works in writing for an ingroup, but you can't pronounce that. So people settled for hen, a simple third option to hon and han.

It should be noted that at this point it was mostly still used for when the gender of a person is unknown or irrelevant, as the discussion around non binary people still hadn't reached the mainstream. Non binary people became almost an afterthought, as in "here's a gender neutral pronoun for when gender is irrelevant, or I guess if you're neither male or female".

So these feminist blogs started using hen, leftist debaters and writers for magazines and newspapers picked it up and started using it, which of course started a shit storm from the right. Newspapers had to figure out if they should allow it in their style guides or not.

People also started using it as a suffix where words usually ended in -en, like bloggen (the blog) to blogghen, klänningen (the dress) to klänninghen etc. It was mostly a joke around leftists to rile up the right and it sort of worked.

Nöjesguiden, a free weekly magazine about nightlife and culture, published a whole issue in february of 2012 where they changed the name to NöjesguideHen and every he and she was changed to the neutral Hen. The same year the children's book Kivi och monsterhund was published, only using hen.

Later that year, DN, one of the biggest daily newspapers in the country issued a statement saying that they would not allow hen as it could be seen as a political statement. People were talking more about the queer aspects of the word at this point which was apparently too much for DN.

This caused a bit of an uproar, lots of essays and blog posts and debates were had, and in 2014 SAOL, Word list of the Swedish Academy, added hen as a new word which was seen as the official stamp of approval for it, and publications started to follow suit. 

Today it is used widely both in text and speech, it's a lot less loaded now as people just have gotten used to hearing it and it's actually quite practical. In hindsight it's fascinating that a massive culture debate that lasted for a couple of years now has completely calmed down and it became a new standard in the language in a relatively short amount of time.

TLDR; feminists and queers started to use a new neutral pronoun, the right had a breakdown, bon appetit.

#whatever cat #prounouns #queer things #i just think its fascinating that it was the biggest debate of 2012 and now its just a part of everyday life #hendebatten

[scalproie]

ok I slept hi good morning anyway I see we're still having a november 5th situation in the tags and still arguing over which sub zero it is so. let me tell you why Im not that bothered until we see names and the actual plot

WHY MAKE THEM BROTHERS IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Let's start with scorpion. what makes scorpion scorpion? Being a ninja, a shirai ryu to be precise, a yellow outfit, fire, dying and coming back for revenge with said fire, the rope spear, and the funny catchphrase.

mk12 scorpion is lin kuei, he has a lin kuei badge. This strikes me as more wrong than being brothers with a sub zero because the lengths OUR scorpion went to in the previous timelines are heavily motivated over how scorpion loves and grieves his family AND CLAN. so why is he shown to belong in his enemy clan at the beginning of this game's story? Why would firegod liu kang create a timeline that robs his fellow pyromancer of his identity?

My theory is that this scorpion is gonna be the founder of this timeline's shirai ryu. He even has a scorpion tattoo. It would make sense for the clan to adopt the emblem that was on the skin of their founder.

It would also keep in line with the theme of choice in the game said by liu kang in the first trailer: will you fight as enemies or united as brothers? If the game starts with the brothers fighting alongside one another, maybe you will have a choice to keep the family united, but maybe you can make the heartbreaking decision to break them appart, which would result of this lin kuei scorpion defecting, and found the shirai ryu we know, and also kickstart the clans rivalry... you'd keep things as they were, but there's a tragedy in doing so as the brothers would fight each other.

And THAT'S a sub zero thing. Brothers fighting each other.

Now what makes sub zero? Being an assassin from an ancient chinese clan, wearing a blue outfit, being a cryomancer, having brotherly drama, and the conflict of tradition vs change.

Bi-han is a pure product of the lin kuei, he was the top assassin, he liked how things were or at the very least didnt questionned them, he was ruthless and cunning, he changed against his will when he was killed, but that change just fed into his worst traits.

Kuai Liang welcomes change, its how he was able to get the sub zero mantle after all, also please note that his desire to avenge his brother is fairly recent as it was almost an afterthought to him in the og timeline. Anyway he is the sub zero that wants to change the lin kuei for the better after he deems they went too far with the cyberization (which shows he still values a bit of tradition as well), and in the most recent timeline, he's the one who offered peace to hanzo and the shirai ryu.

If the backstory of both clans is still legit, kuai liang and hanzo's generations were the closest at uniting the clans after a rift between them happened at one point. And if Im right, we will be able to experience that rift first-hand in the upcoming game

Again I think thats what the game is gonna go for. Will you make this sub zero more like bi-han? or more like kuai liang? So far in what we've seen he has a bit of that bi-han edge, but I really dont think its meant to literally BE him.

Also for the argument that "Dam, if the lin kuei/shirai ryu division is even legit, it happened ages ago and we just saw johnny's alive huge ass with his huge modern villa and kenshi in a suit" well the timeline is already funky anyway: kitana and mileena are in free edenia and mileena is undergoing tarkatanization in the presence of kenshi in the trailer. It looks like everything is happening at the same time.

Maybe thats the point of this game: firegod liu kang wanted to create a timeline as peaceful as possible but some things will just have to stay the same, so hes giving us the choice: to keep the peace as weird and ooc as it feels or to let tragedy happen but tragedy we know.

#if im wrong im gonna fistfight nrs because I KNOW my logic has to be a little bit sound #also if you keep on shipping subscorp in the ONE (1) instance where theyre brothers youre dumb and gross and lack critical thinking #and im blocking your stupid ass #anyway this has been yet another ''chill out for now'' post by dam regarding subz & scorpy #tagging later #mortal kombat #scorpion #sub zero

[littlecarjaflame]

Just a couple of Andor-related thoughts I need to get out of my head (don’t mind me :))

1) The sheer brilliance of having Maarva deliver her rousing speech from beyond the grave. If she did this while alive, the Empire would’ve been able to hurt her, break her. But what are you going to do to her now? She is already dead. She is a ghost. You can’t hurt her. (Also ties in beautifully with what Nemik says about freedom being an idea)

1a) Brasso using Maarva’s brick to hit an Imperial in the face was tacky and on the nose, and so, so satisfying.

1b) Kino Loy was the parallel to this. He knew he was already dead when they started the prison break. Once he realized they were not letting him go, he was dead. So, like Maarva, he went all in.

2) I still believe that Han shot first. On that note, there is no doubt that Cassian always shoots first. It is remarkable, how absolutely ruthless all the supposed good guys are. Cassian kills almost as an afterthought, he rarely knocks people out, he goes in for the kill and does it with terrifying efficiency - his first scene in Rogue One was not an exception stemming from desperate measures, it was his standard MO. Look at Skeen. Even at Maarva’s funeral, there is no scene of him stopping what he’s doing to listen to his mother’s last message. He just keeps going, because he has a job to do. Cassian looks hot and cute and burns with love for his friends, but he will not hesitate to end anyone in his way. Not for a second.

2a) Cassian is not the only one. Vel is pretty much the only person who does not have laser focus on the cause and everything else be damned. Luthen doesn’t even try to hide it. Kleya is so cold and calculating, she puts Luthen to shame. Mon acts high and mighty, but in the end, she throws her husband and her daughter under the bus. Cinta barely even looks at Vel when there is work to be done. And once again - this is the same franchise, which had Luke quitting his Jedi training and racing off to save his friends, which had Anakin abandoning all his beliefs for love. I have not seen every bit of SW media out there, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the sheer coldness and ruthlessness of Andor characters is unprecedented.

3) Cassian is not the hero of this story. He is the protagonist (or one of the protagonists, maybe?), but he is not the hero. I fully expected him to have a big moment in the finale, showing up, leading a riot maybe? But they went a different route, and one much more fitting to the character. When you think about it, in the end the Empire doesn’t even have proof that he actually was on Ferrix, except for what someone told them. Cassian stays hidden, ties up the loose ends, and slips out of Ferrix as if he had never been there.

This is an origin story, but not one of a hero. Cassian is not a leader, he never takes the front seat. He is the grey eminence, the person behind the Kino Loys and Jyn Ersos, not necessarily manipulating the leaders themselves, but pulling the strings, so that the leader figure can (that is, has the soldiers and a ship to go on Scarif) and will (that is, asking him is that the best you have to spur him on). From a writing standpoint, this is difficult to pull off, because a character like this is, by definition, not in the spotlight. But even though it wobbles slightly (for a show named after him, Cassian gets surprisingly little screen time and at the beginning he is rather passive protagonist), the writers come through in the end.

3a) Sometimes, I like to think that the titular “Andor” is actually Maarva.

4) Once again, I haven’t seen all the SW shows, but what I love about Andor is that they show us the Empire side of things. Not only the big players, the villains, but ordinary Imperial officers. And they are human. They have loyalty to each other, personalities, nagging mothers, obsessions, dreams. Even though they are still at core bad people, they are people. There is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shot during the prison escape, when a bunch of guards is cowering in what looks like a utility cabinet, keeping as quiet as they can, sweating and trembling, while outside the door, the prisoners are running. You know Syrill - he is the guy which makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. For Dedra, I loved a little scene in one of the early episodes, where she was going over some reports with one of her underling, and the underling suggests that they can stay a little longer to work some more. She doesn’t bully him into staying late, she doesn’t even hint that he should. And yet he offers. A nameless, completely unimportant person shows agency, making him, with one line, more than an anonymous extra.

5) The irony in this show is something so darkly hilarious, I can’t help to chuckle at points. Sometimes it can be a little heavy-handed, like Nemik being literally killed by the stolen money or Cassian building parts of the Death Star, but this show has so many subtle ironic moments. Cassian taking part in the Aldhani heist, so that he can escape Ferrix with his mother, is exactly what motivates his mother to stay. The prisoners are able to orchestrate the escape, because the working program forces them into cooperating - you can see it, they work as a well-oiled machine. The Empire looking all over for a man who is sitting in one of their own prisons. And so on and so on...

5a) Syrill and Dedra are absolutely played as a twist of the stalker-y Twilight-y kind of romance, complete with the lines like I’d never lie to you and just being in your presence, I realized life was worth living. Look me in the eye and tell me that it is not straight out of a trashy romance - and Dedra reacts to him the way any sane woman would. That wasn’t a conversation, you were brought in for questioning. They are highlighting how creepy some of these romances are, and I am here for it.

5b) The irony, along with the main theme of the show (”the surprise from below”), climaxes beutifully in the finale. Everyone is so obsessed with Cassian, where he is and whether he is coming, that they don’t notice the rebellion brewing under their feet. Dedra says she wants a funeral, without realizing it is the last thing she needs. Even when it starts, she is running around, looking up where she thinks Cassian is, and not looking down. And for this exact reason, I think the most potentially dangerous antagonist in the show is Syrill. Because he is the only one who looks down, who recognizes the danger of Cassian Andor (partly because he is also one of the ordinary people). He is set up to be mocked, with his obsession with Dedra and his mundane job and his nagging mother, but I think that makes us overlook the terrifiying idea of what Syrill Karn would be like if he actually got the resources and authority to do something. Like Cassian said, power doesn’t panic, and who is the only Imperial in the riot who kept a cool head? Not Ice Queen Dedra, not the local officers, but wimpy-looking, played-for-laughs Syrill Karn. Dedra sees the big picture, can connect the dots where noone else can, and Syrill understands where to look for those dots. Those two together - terrifying. Without irony.

Anyway, rant over, move along.

#andor #andor spoilers

[excelsi-or]

wordless touch (woozi one-shot)

Hi friends! Two stories in like two weeks? Who am I? Apparently doing research for my research project has me wanting to read more and write more. I think mostly just to procrastinate LOL.

I don’t really have much to update you all on since I posted so recently. So, I hope you’re all well! xx

BIPOC rec: I’ve started Lupin on Netflix recently. Omar Sy starts in it. I first saw him in French class when we watched Les Intouchables. It’s one of my favourite movies. He’s a great actor and Lupin is so much fun. Love a skilled thief show. 

w.c. 1.8k (fluff, a little bit of mature content because come on, this is all about touch)

She catches Jihoon’s eye across the room at a party. It’s a split second, but when she looks back, he’s standing next to her. He whispers something in her, his breath ghosting over her skin. When she looks up at him, Jihoon’s dark eyes are watching her carefully. She can feel the cool and condensation of his Cola can against her skin. His cheeks are flushed either from embarrassment or the warmth of the room.

One of her friends nudges her (not so subtly) towards Jihoon, whose smile turns bashful.

They weave through the party, his fingers brushing against hers to make sure she’s behind him and not swallowed by the crowd. Someone bumps into her by accident, and her hand grabs his so as not to lose him. He readjusts his grip and leads her out to the balcony.

They both suck in a breath at the temperature change. A breeze chills her skin, causing goosebumps to break out on her arms. But her hand is warm (if not, a little clammy).

Jihoon offers her a seat on the balcony seating while he takes the arm rest. He nods at the other people sat nearby, who all try to pull him into the conversation. Instead, his eyes fall to her, allowing her to decide if she wants to talk to him alone or to everyone else.

She turns towards the group, her body slotting into the corner of the seating, Jihoon’s body framing hers. They fall into conversation with people she realizes are Jihoon’s friends. He introduces them quietly, pointing them out and giving her defining markers to remember. Soonyoung has quote-unquote 10:10 eyes. Seungcheol is the one dominating the conversation. Mingyu is the tall one. Wonwoo is the man with glasses who sort of looks as if he doesn’t want to be there.

Of course, she recognizes them. She might not follow popular media, but she knows these faces.

When she shivers from the cold, Jihoon hands her his Cola so he can pull his black hoodie off. They swap and she rests his hoodie over her legs. When she looks up to ask him if he’ll be cold, she can already feel his body moving closer towards her to share body heat.

She’s too excited. She can feel the fluttering in her stomach; it’s almost embarrassing. But as soon as she sees Jihoon waiting outside the lobby door, the embarrassment is a complete afterthought. He’s staring at his phone, effortlessly mysterious with his mask and hat on.

Jihoon seems to sense her staring because his gaze lifts. His eyes light up and he tucks his phone in his pocket. Once she’s standing in front of him, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, she can’t help but ask if it’s okay to hug him.

Jihoon tugs his mask down so she can see his smile and his soft yes. She slips into his arms so easily, the spaces of her body slotting between his. Her cheek presses to his chest and he squeezes her tight. When she lifts her chin to look up at him, his hands rest in the arch of her back.

She asks what they’re doing today.

He tells her, anything she wants to do.

They wind up spending hours along the Han. And it’s when they’re sat in the grass, away from people, with snacks between them, while she regales him in stories about her life that she notices Jihoon’s fascination with her hands.

When she laughs, asking if he’s even listening, his gaze snaps up to meet hers. His ears turn pink at the call-out, but his thumbs continue to brush back and forth against the back of her hands. He reassures her that he’s listening, asking her specific questions about things he found interesting. Which seemed like everything.

She also notices that he’s not particularly fond of PDA.

And thank God. She would hate to be seen feeding him or be caught kissing him or cuddling him in public. Instead, they wind up unintentionally having a competition of who can make the other snort Cola out of their nose.

She wins. It turns out, it’s easy to make Jihoon laugh.

They continue walking until nightfall, his hand rarely leaving hers. Even when he steps away, his fingertips stay intertwined with hers.

His bodyweight presses down into her. His kisses pepper her face, light and sweet. When she stares up at him, breathless from laughing, she notices the shift in his gaze from play to lust.

Jihoon starts to pull himself up to diffuse the situation, but she pulls him closer. He’s warm and she likes the weight of him over her.

“We don’t need to do anything if you’re not ready, but just stay with me.”

Jihoon clears his throat. He readjusts himself over her, wiggling his body to get comfortable. When she lightly smacks his cheek to stop, he smiles.

The lust fades away as they talk like this, the sounds of a music show low in the background.

He steals kisses whenever he can.

Sometimes, she’ll indulge him, but as soon as it gets too heated, she can feel him pull away. She reminds him repeatedly that they really can just watch TV and sleep. He has an early morning in the studio and the night can be over like this.

Jihoon admits the first time makes him nervous.

She snorts before kissing him and reminding him who he is and that girls scream his name at concerts for hours.

Jihoon’s lips find the soft spot below her ear and whispers he knows how to make them scream, but he doesn’t know what will work for her.

Her entire body shivers at his words and it’s as if all the warmth in her body congregates in her stomach. Jihoon’s kisses turn to little bites and suckles along the exposed skin of her neck.

With a slow exhale as he pulls away, she stares up at him with hazy eyes.

Suddenly, Jihoon asks if he can take her glasses off.

She frowns at this proposition, because seeing Jihoon is one of her current joys.

He asks again.

With a pout, she relents.

He slips the glasses off her and the world goes blurry. But as Jihoon dives in for kisses, pressing into her properly, his tongue swiping against her lips for more permission, she understands what he’s doing.

Touch.

Only.

Jihoon is a taker. Of breath, of love, of compliments.

But his giving is just as good. As he undresses her, his fingers caress her skin longer, his lips following right behind. He focuses on the junction between her shoulder and her neck to pepper kisses just to hear her little whimpers of satisfaction.

He takes his time. She can’t see him, so he asks if things are good. All of her yes’s come out in sighs. Everything’s good. His touch literally sets her insides on fire.

When his tongue first touches her, to his fingers against her, to inside her.

It’s gentle.

Until she asks for it not to be.

And he’s more than willing to comply.

Her entire body is pressing into his hand and his tongue before he pulls away abruptly. Her body clenches on nothing.

She recognizes the shapes of him moving, his skin revealed. Her hand reaches out for him, and he brings her hand to his chest, pulling her up to sitting. Then both her hands are exploring, memorizing the contours of his body. He shivers because her fingers feel cool against his hot skin.

When he steals more kisses, she can taste herself on his tongue. He guides her back against the couch and lets her touch him, taste him, and feel him inside her.

The warmth that spreads through her veins, the way the tension building in her body releases, culminate to her relaxing beneath him with a satisfied sigh.

This is Jihoon’s favourite thing ever.

Her in his studio, sat on the couch. She has a book open, his head in her lap, and her hand tangled through his hair.

She always tells him she wishes he didn’t wear a hat all the time.

And he does grant her this one request. The smile that appears every time she notices he’s not wearing a hat is worth the eye contact he needs to make throughout the day. The gentle run of her hand over his jaw before she cups his chin sweetly is so loving, it makes him bashful every time.

But a hat is a convenient way to hide without people knowing he’s hiding.

He can avert his gaze; he can block other people out with the visor.

Without one, he can’t hide his emotions around her.

So, when she walked in the studio this evening and got a look at his red cheeks, red ears and the tissue box, she stared at him for a moment to process his emotions.

She’s shared she hates seeing other people cry. It either makes her cry or she feels as if the moment is too vulnerable to disturb.

The very few times she’s caught him crying, she always asks, “Do you need me to hold you? Or do you want to talk?”

And today, he just wants to be held while he gets to stare at her.

His mind is running a million miles a second, but every once in a while, he’ll tune into the flip of a page or the rustle of her skin on the leather of the couch. He’ll notice the speed of her fingers through his hair. When she gets particularly interested in a scene, the movement slows.

Which is why he knows that while she is focused on whatever is happening in her book, she is also trying to pin down what he was crying about.

A knock on the studio door pulls both of their attention.

Seokmin is shouting something about food.

She gets up to answer it.

Jihoon can’t hear the conversation the two have at the door about him. His eyes are focused on her book, which is flipped over on the table to hold her place.

Then he smells the soup that they ordered, along with something sweet he doesn’t recognize.

He hears the door close.

She shuffles into his sightline, holding a takeout bag up for him to see.

The words they exchange while they have dinner are soft and mostly meaningless, but he can feel the way they wrap around his heart and soothe the pain there.

When she kisses the side of his head as she gets up to throw the containers away, Jihoon holds her wrist just a beat longer. He feels the shape of her lips as she whispers that she’ll be back, and he wants to tell her he loves her.

But maybe not tonight.

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[hyunjinslittlestar]

three: THE STUDIO

"The way cuter guy."

FOLDING UP THE FLIER, Kiyomi slips it into her backpack as she enters the classroom.

"Kiyomi!" a voice calls out from across the room.

"Chan!" she flashes the young man a warm smile, her insecurities momentarily forgotten. 

Chan was one of the few people who knew Kiyomi before her surgery. In fact, he was one of the first people she had accidentally encountered after transferring. They had met at the annual music festival held during orientation week, where the school invited local bands and solo artists to help promote their music to fresh ears. The two were in their own little world, dancing wildly about the mosh pit as they sang out the lyrics to their favorite song a band happened to cover. Caught up in the moment and completely oblivious to their surroundings, they accidentally collided into each other and Kiyomi spilled Chan’s drink all over himself.

Extremely embarrassed, Kiyomi apologized profusely as she tried to think of how to make it up to a complete stranger. Although Chan had kindly refused, Kiyomi persisted in buying him a new drink. On the walk over to getting another spiked boba, they started talking about their love for music and the rest was history. Since then, Chan had seen Kiyomi at her best and worst, never once leaving her side. His kind, caring personality and the fact that he was a little over a year older than her made Chan somewhat of an older brother to Kiyomi. But first and foremost he would always be her best friend, whom she could always rely on and look up to. 

Chan excitedly waves at her, a wide smile spreading across his lips. "How have you been?"

Trying not to dwell too much over her recent interaction with the cute guy, she tries to push her negative afterthoughts aside. “Good, what about you?”

“I’ve been good,” a small yawn escapes his lips.

Kiyomi knew that face better than anyone. “You’ve been staying up working on that mixtape with your friends haven’t you?” She slips her backpack off her shoulder.

Chan’s eyes light up. “You mean 3RACHA? You know it,” he winks.

Kiyomi rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “The famous 3RACHA, huh? I always hear so much about them, yet I’ve never met them.”

“You should stop by the studio later tonight! I’ll introduce you.”

Kiyomi ponders the idea. “I can do that.”

Chan smiles, “They’ll be so excited to meet you! They’ve actually been wanting to for a while now.”

“Really? Me? How come?”

Chan scratches the nape of his neck as an embarrassed chuckle escapes his lips. “I may have talked about you” he pauses, “like a lot. Since, you know, you’re like one of my best friends.” He quietly adds, “Besides Felix.”

An endearing smile spreads across Kiyomi’s lips. “Who knew behind that serious rapper facade there was such a softie,” she teases.

“Shut up,” Chan chuckles, lightly shoving her shoulder. 

Kiyomi can’t help but laugh. “How’s the mixtape coming along?”

Chan, unable to contain his excitement, trips over his own words. “Changbin and Han came over last night and we were adding and fixing up some verses, and we thought of this killer beat idea! I think it’s gonna add more life to the song and I can’t wait to see how the final result comes out!”

Kiyomi stifles a laugh as she internally swoons over how adorable Chan was being. His love and passion for music was contagious and she couldn’t help but become equally excited. “Can I hear it?”

“I can’t show you the entire thing since I still want it to be a surprise when we release it, but,” he throws her a cheeky grin. “I can give you a sneak peek of 15 seconds.”

“20 seconds,” Kiyomi bargains.

“20? But that’s so–

“25 seconds and I’ll take you out to pho this weekend.”

Chan’s eyes widen as he immediately reaches his hand out to shake Kiyomi’s. “Deal.” 

Kiyomi can’t help but chuckle, knowing his weak points. Not a moment later, the bell rings and their professor walks in. Standing beside her desk, Mrs. Lee signs–how is everyone–to the class in sign language. As the students sign back their responses, Chan discreetly nudges Kiyomi’s shoulder as he mouths, “Meet me at 7 in the studio room.”

“7,” Kiyomi confirms, giving him a thumbs up.

˗ˏˋ ★★★★★ ˎˊ˗

As Kiyomi wanders about the building of performing arts, she comes across a hallway scattered with dance studios. She peers through the large glass windows as she passes by, spotting an array of dance performances occurring in each room: ballet, hip hop, contemporary. Looking down at her phone, the time reads 6:55 p.m. If she didn’t find her way soon, she was going to be late. As her eyes continue to scan the names of each room, her eyes catch sight of a tall, young man who looks around her age dancing alone. 

He expresses every movement with such control that Kiyomi finds her pace slowing down to a halt right outside of his studio. His intense gaze reflected in the mirrors leaves Kiyomi in a daze as he tells a story with his entire body. He moves almost effortlessly, connecting each part of the dance as if it were one big, fluid movement. He dances the way Kiyomi’s dreamed to move her entire life and she can’t help but watch in awe. 

As the last note rings out behind the glass, Kiyomi finds herself softly clapping. Standing up from his crouched position, the man’s intense gaze softens into a lighthearted smile. Kiyomi’s heartbeat speeds up, completely caught off guard by the sudden change of atmosphere. He had been so serious moments before, but as soon as the song had ended, it was like a different person was now walking over to grab his water bottle; his dark brown hair falling over his eyes. 

Snapping out of her gaze, she forces her feet to keep walking; reminding herself that she was looking for the recording studio. After a few more turns and accidental dead ends, she approaches the studio room. On the other side of the door, she hears a mixture of voices excitedly talking back and forth. Slowly turning the door handle, she’s met with three pairs of eyes blinking back at her. 

“Kiyomi!” Chan practically yells as he rushes out of his chair over to her. Engulfing her in a big hug, the two teeter totter in place as a smile spreads across Kiyomi’s lips. 

“Long time no see,” she chuckles, patting his back. 

“Guys, this is Kiyomi,” Chan says as he guides Kiyomi to the two boys sat on a small couch in the corner of the room. “Kiyomi, this is Han.” Han waves. Kiyomi is about to wave back when her hand stops mid air. 

“Wait,” she looks between Chan and Han as her brain slowly connects the dots. Pointing at Han, her mouth moves faster than her brain can process as she blurts out, “You're the cute guy who was handing out flyers this morning.” Kiyomi’s hand flies to her mouth as she realizes what she just accidentally revealed out loud. She really needed to get more hours of sleep. His eyes widen before a smug smirk tugs on his lips. 

“Cute?” he repeats. Suddenly his eyes light up. “Wait, it’s you! Yes, I remember you!”

“Cu–, wait, you’ve met?” Chan’s eyes move back and forth between the two. 

“Not officially.” Kiyomi feigns nonchalance, but her rosy colored cheeks give her away. Avoiding their gazes, Kiyomi pulls her backpack in front of her. “He gave me a flier this morning for the dance performance coming up,” she pulls it out, handing it to Chan. 

“Oh yeah,” Chan takes the paper. “Hyunjin’s going to participate.” A proud smile spreads across his face. 

“Don’t forget about the rest of danceracha,” Han playfully nudges Chan.

“Oh yeah," he embarrassedly chuckles. "They’re gonna be in the group performance. You should totally come with us, Kiki! It’d be a lot of fun!”

“Hyunjin?” she tilts her head. “Danceracha?”

The other young man, who was quietly standing beside Han listening in on their conversation, finally speaks up. “I’m Changbin by the way.” He gives her his hand. “The way cuter guy,” he teases. 

Chan groans beside him as Han erupts into laughter, his head tilting back. 

“Kiyomi,” she laughs, although she could feel her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red. “It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated :)

(Also Happy Birthday to Chan! Stays appreciate you so much!)

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[thecleverqueer]

Random thoughts during A New Hope:

*Rogue One really did enhance the first scene of this movie for me. They went through such an epic battle to get those plans, and now they must follow through to honor the sacrifice that brave crew made. Get ‘em!

*I just love R2-D2 and C3-PO. Those damned droids have changed hands so many times, and yet, they’ve been kept in the family.

*Leia Organa was the original. She’s such a badass. Smart, snippy, resourceful, all around brilliant character.

*GNK or gonk droids are also amongst my favorite. I wouldn’t want one personally, but I appreciate that they exist.

*I’d forgotten C3-PO’s first job was programming binary load lifters. Holy shit! I’m going to assume because his memory was wiped at the end of The Revenge of the Sith that it wasn’t the same binary load lifters that Ahsoka and Trace chased down in the under city on Coruscant, and none of that was C3-PO’s fault (though it wouldn’t surprise me).

*Owen blatantly telling C3-PO to shut up is peak Star Wars. Seriously.

*That red R2 unit’s motivator blowing at the moment that it did was either a fine example of how coincidentally chaotic the universe is, or how incredibly the force works in mysterious ways… and since this is Star Wars…

*It warms my heart that Luke was still playing with that space ship that Obi-Wan gave him so many years ago.

*C3-PO telling Luke that he’s not good at storytelling is also bullshit. We saw you in The Return of the Jedi telling your story to the Ewoks… with your compelling narrative and your sound effects. Come on.

*Since Owen calls Old Ben a wizard, does this mean Obi-Wan was being ballsy and tinkering around with the force after his rescue of Leia? Is that what the kids are calling Jedi these days? Space wizards?

*I love how Obi-Wan emerges using force scream to frighten off the sand people. That might be a power I would want. I dunno. It wouldn’t be my first choice if choices are given.

*I also wonder why Obi-Wan doesn’t seems to remember R2-D2 and C3-PO. How could he forget them? They were always there running around with him in space…ESPECIALLY, R2-D2.

*Oops. Luke just called the droids “robots”. Close, not quite.

*Leia probably could have resisted it, but I wonder why Vader opted to use drugs to get the location of the Rebel base and not mind probe? That’s a power all good Sith Lords should possess.

*I really wish Disney would release the original versions of the original trilogy before it was digitally remastered. I watched it hundreds, if not thousands, of times on VHS before they did it, but it’s hard to remember and I’d like to.

*Luke’s Intro to Jedi mind tricks.

*Obi-Wan is the undisputed king of chopping off arms.

*You also have to give it to Obi-Wan when he pulls out the lightsaber in the cantina in the first place. Balls. It didn’t seem to bother the majority of the patrons that there was a Jedi in their midst, people looked, the Bith band kicked back up and folks returned to their drinks. Still, there’s always a fascist rat in the crowd someplace that squeals to the Empire. Every. Time.

*”I’m never coming back to this planet again.” -Luke. Don’t be so sure.

*Han shot first.

*One of my least favorite things about the digitally remastered version of A New Hope is the conversation between Han and Jabba in the hangar. Han and Greedo had the exact same conversation in the cantina that he and Jabba had in that hangar verbatim. It’s almost as if Lucas just couldn’t help himself as the Jabba/ Han conversation was probably his original plan that he couldn’t pull off when Star Wars was originally released. And at this point, they couldn’t replace the Han/ Greedo interaction because it is iconic. Now, it all feels like a pointless, redundant afterthought. Also, it’s odd that Han calls a Jabba a wonderful human being. What!?! Jabba is a huge f*^%ing space slug! TF you mean, “human being”?

*The Millennium Falcon is a badass ship. That is all.

*I can’t stand Tarkin. He’s such a f*^%ing fascist asshole.

*Oh Alderaan…. The Empire did that shit on purpose. They blamed / tried to guilt Leia, but I bet they wanted to take out Bail equally bad. RIP Bail.

*”That’s no moon. It’s a space station!” -Obi-Wan. You can feel that HOLY SHIT moment. Yeah. I don’t know. It’s one part Geonosian (because those stupid f*^%ing bugs) and one part Galen Erso… luckily, Galen rigged it to blow. The bugs would have destroyed the galaxy.

*This goes without saying, but stormtroopers are kinda stupid.

*Tarkin says “the Jedi are extinct”. Nah, fam, there are, like, four of them and a part-timer…

*I have to wonder what all the water was in the trash compactor. Was it sewage, or… ? Yuck. Get out of there! There’s some sort of space worm in there amongst human excrements and god knows what else!

*I appreciate the fact that they left the scene where the stormtrooper hits his head on the door in the digitally remastered version.

*Luke tells C3-PO to shut up. See!?! Peak, I’m telling you.

*Vader telling Obi-Wan that he’s the master is laughable. No. You’re still not a master. You’re Palpatine’s bitch.

* Turns out, Anakin was the death of Obi-Wan. Sadly, Obi-Wan becomes one with the cosmic force. It’s okay. He will manifest himself into a force ghost. Now there are three Jedi and a part-timer…

*Does a simulator where you sit in those gunner seats of the Millennium Falcon and blow up tie fighters exist? If it doesn’t, it’s a hugely missed opportunity in every arcade on the planet. What a game that would be! I’d play.

*They’ve got 15 minutes to blow that shit up before it beats them to the punch.

*I feel like Wedge Antilles is an often underrated character. Wedge is an utter badass, and one hell of a pilot.

*Three minutes.

*One minute.

*Thirty seconds.

*”You may fire when ready.” F*^% you, Tarkin.

*Han comes in clutch. Luke blows up the technological terror (and Tarkin). Party on Yavin!!

*I can’t believe that Chewy will have to wait until The Rise of Skywalker to receive his medal.

#a new hope #star wars #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #grand moff tarkin #leia organa #han solo #battle of yavin #wedge antilles #c3po #r2d2

[moonblossom-bunny]

Was planning om doing that comission sheet but that conflict with my co-worker has left me in a downer mood so far.

So ended up binging season 5 of Miraculous to help my brain make happy juice.

Couple things I liked.

FINALLY some progress with the love square.

Alya is still best girl.

The Eldrich Kwami forms were very cool.

Performance art backstory presented by Felix and Kagami. Very creative.

Viva la resistance!

Nathalie is a total girlboss and actually just as caring towards Adrien as I hoped she'd end up being. Also the voice of reason in the Agreste household.

Things I really wish was done better.

Marinette's stalker behaviour being explained in a logical way. But also feeling like an afterthought or as a response to the fandom's critique on the matter seeing as this should and could have been explored earlier in the series.

Lila being active again but still having unclear motifs on to why she's doing what she's doing and why she wants the butterfly miraculous for that. Other than hating Marinette and trying to get back at her.

Yes Thomas we know you hate Chloe as a character and doesn't think she deserves to be redeemed but no need to actually have the characters in show point that out and make sure that the audience knows without a doubt, that she isn't a good person. Your hate boner was really showing.

Did...did I miss an episode?? Luka meeting Su Han and martial art trained together when??? What???

Gabe ended up being seen as a 'hero' even though he was an abusive ass until the very last minute. He doesn't deserve that statue.

Still no canon event identity reveal!

Adrien still being kept in the dark with important things. Also being locked up during the finale so it was just Ladybug fighting Gabe. (Give my son some more main character moments besides tragic backstory.) He still doesn't know Gabe was Monarc. He still doesn't know he's a sentimonster. But at least he's free.

#moon being random #ml season 5 spoilers

[satashiiwrites]

10 first lines challenge

tagged by @whimsyswastry and @quietborderline. Thanks for the tags lovelies. Tagging (with no pressure) @monsterrae1 @alyxmastershipper @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @elisela @missanniewhimsy and anyone else who wants to play along.

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Afterthoughts (911 codas): He fucked up big time today.

An Andromeda Tale (Mass Effect Andromeda, MReyder) No one asked me what I wanted to do in life or if I wanted to do this.

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana (911/H50 Buddie, McDanno) The low brrrr noise of a phone on vibrate ringing was irritating as Steve had set his phone down unattended on the corner of Danny’s desk before leaving for a meeting with the governor about budgets and how 5-0 needed to at least make a show of pretending to have one.

Suspicions (Teen Wolf, Firefighter!Derek series) Noah had always had his suspicions.

The First Spectre (911/Mass Effect, eventual Buddie) Lieutenant Edmundo Diaz—known to his family as Eddie or everyone else as Lt Diaz or just Diaz—sat in the copilot’s chair on the bridge listening to Flight Lieutenant Han, aka Chimney, grumble about their newest mission orders.

Mana’olana (H50, McDanno) He doesn’t know what to do after Rachel dropped her bombs on him, obliterating any sense of purpose he had in his life.

Sleepless in LA (911, Buddie) They buried Shannon on a Tuesday—she’d died the previous Thursday.

Promise Me You Won’t Let Me (Wheel of Time, Cauthor) Doubt eats at him.

Death, Rebirth and the Jackal (Mass Effect/The Mummy (1999), MReyder) I am Anpu on the day of reckoning.

Fragments and Fractals (911, Buddie) Memory is a funny thing.

Pattern: run on sentences or short and sweet…. But i think i like to star with anchoring either an emotion or person immediately.

#ten first lines #my writing #tag games

[dollmoth-productions]

Chapter 3 the tragedy

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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It has been a few weeks since the bear-hugger's death and Moth hasn't even left their house. They were in a state of mental distress, and it was obvious. Everyone suspected it was just another suicide. Although Bates was trying to comfort them, ‌he was feeling guilty especially since he knew how close math and Bear Hugger were. Honestly, he was just hoping that this would all be worth it and Joe would be a fantastic boyfriend. But deep down he knew what he was doing was wrong deep down he knew Joe would be terrible he just desperately wanted Joe to care for them and treat them like they were just amazing people because they are.

Although they haven't left their house in weeks, Motj had continued to talk with everyone to make sure that they were alive although they were just so sad they knew they had to stay strong. They knew nothing was bringing him back, so they went out with Naomi again. Honestly, they got very giddy around her. Joe is almost an afterthought, although they were still crushing on him. They couldn't help but feel a strong connection towards Naomi. They could have been just because they were both trying to get a history degree or both of them were falling in love. Joe could tell the signs that someone was falling in love because he often felt them all the time when he was around his darling. But some filthy, disgusting creature was trying to take them Away.

But there was one thing on Leonora's mind: self-defense. The one person that he knew that had as much about guns was Hans and she was a little nervous to ask him especially since she didn't know what gun to actually use. She was nervous to say the least but she didn't feel safe with Joe walking around especially around her friends especially since the deaths that happened in these past weeks. Finally getting upon a huge house. It had a German flag on it and she instantly knew who it was. She gently knocked on the door. Finally after a while Hans open the door and smiled " Guten Tag Leonora! " she smiled hesitantly" hello Hans I have a small question for you?" Hans gently tilted his head " I want you to teach me how to shoot a gun…"

"Was?"

" I want you to teach me how to shoot a gun I'm scared of what this guy is doing and I'm so scared for moth and my friends safety"

Hans turned away and allowed her to enter his house. Immediately when she entered she heard loud tweeting noises repeatedly and different patterns " are you listening to bird noises.

" do you listen to bird noises"

"Nein I own a bird sanctuary would you like to see"

She smiled and followed Hans into this greenhouse-like area filled with multiple Birds. Suddenly a large Hawk landed on top of Hans's shoulder

" hello sugarbeat!" He said they were very gentle. Leonora stared at the beautiful bird to be honest she kind of knew that Hans took care of birds but not birds like this the Hawk was very affectionate towards Hans. Before it flew right next to her and made a very obvious coo noise to be honest she was scared but mostly fascinated. She was lost in a trance before she heard a slight chuckle " she likes you…" he made a whistle noise for sugarbeet to go away and just on command she did. She couldn't help but smile even in a situation as dark as this she could admire the beauty of something so interesting " sorry I didn't know that you own Birds"

" I have owned Birds since the ending of the war to cope with my trauma shell shock can really get you but my darling sugar beet has helped me through it all my life Mary Noel gave gave her to me although this is not the original sugarbeat I still love her' Hans said in a little bit of a sad tone even after all these years where shell shock was no longer used as the term for PTSD he still used that label he seemed to be slightly out of touch with modern slang or Modern Health in general. Although after all this he was still very healthy and still very strong even if he's over a century old but it didn't change her mind that she needed to do this" and about me learning how to you know shoot I I just"

"Nein you don't need to tell me anything my friend you are family"

She couldn't help but smile at this she started following Hans around the area finally opening the door to this huge backdrop of land. To be honest she kind of suspected him to be rich but not this rich. He let her to mini shooting range that he had and handed her a simple handgun " now I'm going to teach you the basics it's very important that you hold the gun right and not below any of your fingers off because let me tell you it's not very pretty" although he was laughing it was more nervous. Several hours went by as Hans was teaching her how to shoot a gun before they knew the sun had a ground and he smiled. He couldn't help but gently rub her head as a sign of affection.

" you did fantastic my darling let me make you a special drink as a reward-" he was cut off as he heard a large shriek. It wasn't human, it was a bird. For the first time Leonora had actually seen him scared he dropped his Cane and started limping towards the bird sanctuary as fast as he could. It was obvious that he was grunting and in pain but she quickly dropped the gun and picked up the cane walking into the bird sanctuary with him. The lights had been shot out and he started looking around hesitantly. It was a mess, everything was shot out, leaves were ripped out, food was destroyed. And most importantly sugar beet had been shot fatally. And by the way she was shot it would be a very painful death. The person who had shot sugar beets purposely did it so Hans would have to kill sugarbeet. He gently picked up sugar beet and hugged the hawk very close to his chest. He felt tears go down his face as he gently placed the bird and a headlock and snapped the neck. He couldn't help but cry. He loved that bird. He couldn't help but feel the tears rush down his face. He wished this was all a dream. Everything was silent. As the wind slowly faded out there was small footsteps leading towards the town. Bates was smiling as he had finally done something that would earn his best friends respect. Nothing would get in the way of this and nothing would ruin this. Joe would surely let him be his best friend and help him make the perfect match for him in the mall so then they would live happily ever after he knew that this was the right thing to do.

Bates looked side to side hoping to find his best friend before he knew it he stumbled upon Joe he was going on his nightly Patrol. He immediately ran up to him and hugged him which caused a small noise of disgust to radiate off of Joe almost like it was some disgusting monster hugging him not his best friend. But he could tell Bates had something to say " what is it Bartholomew?" Bates instantly smiled and told Joe what he did. He smiled so wide it was incredible. And for the first time Joe hugged him back very tight Bates couldn't help but hug back finally feeling safe and loved once the hug was over he smiled. And gently rubbed the top of Bates head before walking away. He couldn't help but smile at the idiocy of Bates slowly pulling his hand from behind his back as he was holding a bottle of chloroform. He smiles so wide this was his Gateway for his darling.

He planned for this for too long but he first needed get rid of their stupid girlfriend. As much as he would enjoy killing her he thought of a more Twisted way of doing things. Oh yes this would be the perfect Sweet Revenge on this little Naomi not for his darling though it would be a little twisted. He just couldn't help but smile thinking of what he might do as he was walking to his house. It was almost like a strut like he was walking on stage after winning an award. He pulled out one of his favorite weapons, the shotgun. He especially liked it when he went hunting and hunting he will go. Honestly he thought of the perfect plan if he could just distract the two most annoying people that are in his way he could get his darling. But he needed to wait. This plan would only make sense if he just waited. Until finally he saw his Target and smiled and fired his gun. He smiled at his prey before he dragged the animal away and took out a butcher knife quickly getting rid of anything that wasn't useful. He walked around and noticed the restaurant he walked in holding a key he walked around noticing the kitchen lights were on and he smiled he pulled out his butcher knife again and went to the power breaker quickly cutting the wires that had all the power.

Leonora and Hans were cut off. It was strange normally the power would be on until 3:00 a.m. unless it was a bar night. It was most peculiar but Hans didn't mind he knew how to deal with Darkness so he was calming down Leonora he was cut off by hearing a loud bang he was completely terrified he tried not to be scared whenever his family friends or any wasn't danger or was scared but why was he so scared why couldn't he move he needed to move he had to move why couldn't he move. It was almost like he was stuck in place he tried his best to calm down before he heard a pot slam and he quickly crouched to the floor trying to calm down his breath was raspy he couldn't understand why he was so scared why couldn't he just move why couldn't he move why was he so scared. He couldn't help but feel clammy. He tried his best to calm down as Leonora was trying to discover what the problem was. She wished she could stay by Hans but she knew at this moment he was terrified and she couldn't risk getting hurt herself. She walked out of the room with her phone using it as a flashlight. She slowly panned it across the room before she saw a familiar figure with orange hair.

She screamed as loud as she could before she jumped back and she felt something hit her head as she passed out. Joe couldn't help but laugh at her cowardice. It was hilarious seeing someone that was supposed to be so strong acting like a coward honestly this is what he expected for someone like her. He slowly walked away happy at what he did; he liked making people afraid. It was hilarious to me he couldn't care less about the people that he harmed. He backed away checking if there were any permit violations since he knew that this would be on security but nothing was the matter. She was alive unfortunately but she will continue to live. Whether he liked it or not. He just wondered how he could get his darling all to himself. He just wanted them to caress them, maybe make them bleed a little bit but he just wanted them as his wife.

Once he was outside the restaurant he threw his prey over his shoulder looking excitedly getting ready to debone this disgusting abomination.

A few hours later Leonora finally was awake. She couldn't help but feel fidgety. Why was Joe in the restaurant after hours and how did he have a key? But most importantly did he harm Hans. She ran into the kitchen before she saw Hans in the corner holding something it looked to be his Cane or a knife but he was obviously having a panic attack or something he kept her distance but try to make sure he was grounded in reality it took around 40 to 50 minutes but he was back he looked like he was crying. She sat to him , gently caressing his hands. They were old wrinkled scarred one of his hands missing three of his fingers. She wished she could help him more but he was old and stubborn. She was in her own head as she heard him say very gently.

" Leonora I need you to do me a favor

" What Hans?"

" If anything happened to me or Anton you need to take care of moth I don't trust what's going on here although I am tough for my age, I know I will probably die if anything happens to me of this severity again….."

Leonora pondered for a few seconds before she gingerly helped him up and gave him back his Cane" I swear on my life"

He smiled but it faltered slightly" I don't know if I mentioned this before but have you seen Naomi recently she's been missing for a few days even though she's with Moth at the moment I don't think they have seen her either"

They both looked at each other for a small bit before getting a worried expression they hoped no they prayed hoping that if not anything Joe had not found her yet. Leonora especially knowing what Joe is capable of scared her the most.

" You go home I'll deal with everything please" His voice wavered almost hesitantly but they knew It would be the best idea even in his old age he had the most fighter experience out of everyone.

Leonora Walked out of the restaurant looking around hesitantly Something felt off like something bad will happen but yet some Soon not tonight but soon

She walked off finally looking into a convenience store seeing a very very Sad moth. They looked so Gray per se like all the color had drained from them felt like it was the best idea To let them stay with her tonight. She hesitantly walked in and tapped them on the shoulder

“Hey moth” she said gently they look so numb so tired she wish she could fix it somehow” you want to come over to my house for a bit”

“…. Yeah I would like that.” they smiled, and started walking with Leanora” things have been crazy the past few days it feels good to finally be able to relax you know”

Leanora knew that her friend needed to relax and once they got to her house they just kind of talked for the night about what was happening who they thought was causing all the death “ I don’t know to be honest I don't know who's causing it. Who do you think is Leo?”

She couldn’t help but pause for a few seconds before she decided to see who she thought I was doing it” Joseph…..”

“ Joe really, but he’s so nice”

“ Moth he’s nice to you because he’s a little obsessed with you it scares me. Sometimes I catch him staring and it makes me concerned. Whenever you hang out. It scares me because you’re a close friend and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“ oh, my…” they look to the side wondering what do you think? What do you say? How could they were they strange for liking this man” well, I guess Shen was right”

“ He was always right. He’s just a little abrasive for people who he cares about. He’s not the smartest for explaining his emotions.”

both of them chuckled, bitterly, wondering how their close friend would react to them talking to him in this way I felt nice to get loosen no longer have to feel so sad, but something continued to tickle the back of Leanora‘s head” can you please stay the night I could be me being paranoid or anything but I feel like something bad is going to happen”

“ I can’t do you know as well as me I can’t just do that I know you’re concerned I know you are but I would love to just go home and relax for a bit you know?”

“….yea just please be safe”

“ I promise plus I’m tough” They said gently, punching her shoulder. They both laughed for a small time before Moth picked up their items and started walking out. It felt nice to finally get out and feel happy for once they continue to walk not really knowing where they were going or how long will it take to get back to their apartment.

Moth started walking down the alleyway that was the fastest way to get to their apartment. They started walking before they heard footsteps behind them, and they quickly turned around.

Nothing

It’s always nothing is good. They started walking again slowly, taking faster. steps. finally, they turned around again seeing nothing,

Nothing

Thank God it’s nothing

They started walking again before they felt their arm roughly pour into a tight grasp. Something put over their nose and mouth. It smells awful; it smells of chemicals. They tried to fight back, But the person who was holding them down was much stronger, much more strongly.

Moth started going in and out of consciousness; they wanted it out; they wanted to stay awake. They couldn’t. Moth finally started drifting in and out of consciousness, only seeing a blurred vision.

Of orange hair.

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Sorry for fucking dying

I plan on doing a series of one shots by the way to describe the life between moth and Joe it's not gonna be pretty but it's it's gonna be exciting because I genuinely really do love this story it's just I suffer from writer's block and being an idiot

Any way Sorry if it's shitty I had to deal with a new microphone on my tablet and I'm using my phone to write for the moment because I like that microphone better

I swear I still wanna continue this story I'm just an idiot That doesn't know when to stop playing game

I'm blaming miitopia

Star Mika belongs to @cyrah-is-cool101

Bates belongs to @pupcakedoesstuff

Adarna belongs to @nesssblog

#fanfic #yandere imagines #piston honda #punch out wii #glass joe x moth #yan joe au #yandere joe au #wii punch out #punch out au #honestly this au's really dark but really fun #glasswing but it's not healthy #glass joe #punch out #yan joe x moth #yandere. #yan #yandere scenarios #yandere romance #yandere punch out #i do swear #i do writing pls

[redrascal1]

So, on a number of fan forums people are discussing what future SW films they would like to see.

I have to say, it's amazing how Lucas's original saga 'birthed' so many spin offs.

Ezra, Sabine, Ahsoka. Clone Wars, Knights of the Old Republic, Rebels.

Fans are excited at the thought of their heroes becoming 'live action.'

I'm glad for them. I really am. But...the characters from the Skywalker Saga hold my heart, and always will.

As a child I lived, ate and breathed Star Wars. But SW to me will always be Luke, Leia and Han....and unfortunately, Ben.

Unfortunately because despite everything he became my favourite.

And they killed him off.

Bad enough. But since TROS, DLF have gone to special pains to erase him from SW entirely. His grandfather's sacrifice was known throughout the galaxy. Vader was mourned. He had a funeral pyre.

Ben had nothing.

Just a fleeting thought from Rey on how she would have 'liked to get to know him.' That was all.

There's no logical reason for this. The illogical reason is Ben/Kylo got in the way of Rey.

DLF created Rey as the protagonist of the SW sequels, and she was outshone by Kylo/Ben. Critics hailed Adam's performance and enthused over his character....one of them actually said he was the only thing worth watching in TROS. Fans voted for him as the character they 'wanted to see the most' in TROS.

DLF chose to ignore that, and also they are ignoring Ben.

No mention of Ben in the forthcoming Rey's New Jedi Order film. A vague possibility of Finn returning...but even that isn't confirmed.

Post TROS supplementary material barely mentions him...Shadow of the Sith for example, is all how 'wonderful Rey is'....Ben is an afterthought. This despite him being the son of Leia and Han and the nephew of Luke, the grandson of Anakin.

In their desperate desire to push Rey, they gave her everything that was his. The Millennium Falcon. A 'bond' with Chewie. Anakin's lightsabre. Luke's legacy (starting a new Jedi Order where 'he failed.)

Worst of all....Leia's love, completely character assassinating Carrie's most memorable role.

The are bound and determined to make us forget him.

I can't.

Which is why I have sworn off Disney, Star Wars, and anything else this odious, woke company put out. In all likelihood, permanently.

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

The Daily Dad

Things you might want to know, for May 25, 2023:

Comedy superstars perform "Hans & Franz: The Girlyman Dilemma": The Podcast — I’m going to watch this, because it’s either going to be very funny, or so awful that it amuses me.

More and more Americans are skipping medical care due to money woes — This isn’t a surprise. Duh.

Halo and Destiny developer Bungie reboots classic FPS franchise Marathon — Bungie hasn’t done anything I enjoyed since Halo 3, so this doesn’t mean much to me. But the old school Mac people are pissed… Marathon was a Mac-first game, but the new version doesn’t even have a Mac version on the roadmap.

The perfect gift for Father’s Day? A $199 sex toy, according to Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop — Silly Gwyneth. A girl’s tongue is free.

An Android app started secretly recording users almost a year after it was listed on Google Play — Apple is better at policing this stuff, but they’re still imperfect… as a rule, you shouldn’t install anything on your phone that you’re not going to use regularly. If you need some free piece of crap for a specific purpose, just install it, use it, and uninstall.

American Born Chinese is very different from the book, and that’s great

Nvidia's RTX 4060 Ti and AMD's RX 7600 highlight one thing: Intel's $200 Arc A750 GPU is the best budget GPU by far — It’s been a long time since anyone recommended a $200 card for anything, so Intel is clearly on to something. Now let’s see if they can keep it up.

Bill Lee, Jazz Bassist and Father of Spike Lee, Dead at 94

All Hail the Side Chick, the Unsung Hero Finally Getting Her Due — You’re an afterthought to him, baby, but Twitter cares about you.

No One Captured Beatlemania Like Paul McCartney

Assassin's Creed Mirage gameplay trailer delivers pole vaulting, finger-blades, and an October release date — Despite their objective beauty, I haven’t liked the settings of any of the recent AC games… but this one could be interesting.

Paralyzed 40-year-old man walks again after doctors gave him brain and spine implants

Georgia GOP Chair Goes Full Flat-Earth, Says Globes Are Part of a Conspiracy — Sweet fucking fuck. It’s not that this bitch is too stupid to be in a political leadership position… she’s too stupid to be allowed near sharp objects or dull children.

How NASA plans to melt the Moon—and build on Mars

Windows 11 is getting a force quit option to close apps without the Task Manager — Yet another “that took long enough” moment.

Witcher Showrunner Says Show Could've Ended or Moved on Without Geralt After Henry Cavill Departure — “We’re all excited about Liam coming in…” You, madam, are a stone-cold liar. The only way anyone will be in any way excited about Liam Hemsworth is if Miley snaps, hunts him like an animal, and then cooks him over a spit during a Backyard Session.

If you’re not using ChatGPT for your writing, you’re probably making a mistake — If your writing is mind-numbingly corporate or academic, they’re probably right.

‘The Talos Principle 2’ brings mind-bending puzzles to a new generation — The original was a pleasant distraction as a “pancake game”, and a bit more engaging in VR. I’m not anxious for more, but who knows…?

DeSantis's Twitter campaign launch suffers rapid unscheduled disassembly — RUD is officially the only thing Elon has given the world that I actually appreciate.

#news