#ii. about

[tvlbct]

⌕   . ˚   ⅋.  「   RYAN GOSLING.  FORTY THREE.  CIS MAN.  HE/HIM.  」JACKSON "JACK" AMBROSE,  otherwise  known  as  TALBOT,  joined  the  libertalia  thirteen years ago  as  a  PHANTOM.  around  libertalia,  the  PISCES  has  a  reputation  for  being  DRIVEN  &  DISCONNECTED perhaps  because  they're  best  known  for  recovery of the florentine diamond  of   which   they  are  most  proud.  while  preparing  for  a  heist,  they  listen  to  LE PERV  by  CARPENTER BRUT. makes  sense  considering  they  remind  me  of:  long and spidered scars covering spare flesh across the back, shoulders & chest; a mouth always busy with gum, toothpicks, or licking lips to keep fixation at bay ... to keep from lapsing into old habits; the dregs of a southern accent lost to the wages of time and purposely forgotten; && a switch flicked to turn on work mode, where humanity and emotion are dropped in lieu of efficiency in the vein of a job well done - nothing less than 100%.

triggers for military mention, child neglect, gambling && emotional / physical abuse.

one thing was incredibly clear to jack ambrose from the moment he could comprehend the hand that life had dealt him: nothing would come easy, and nothing would be worth the time if it was.

his mother always had the ability to making a decent living for her son and herself, but squandered all of her earnings on selfish means instead. she was certainly a beautiful woman: alluring both physically and with a wit sharp as a blade’s edge, but all of her attention had always been selfish. surely it was habit taught to her from a young age, something she never bothered to break before she involved herself in other human interactions, but it was likely her beauty and charm that had seduced the man who impregnated her - and the likes of his name were never so much as whispered around offspring. jack has never known the his name.

babies should be a joyous occasion, and yet alessia ambrose found a way to make it entirely self-involved. her body had to bear the pain, her child was what made everyone so pleased, her creation. anyone who dared to involve themselves in the mess of his mother’s life was sure to see how narcissistic the beautiful woman was, and yet no one pressed a finger onto the issue.

but such is the way of the world, so often are children abandoned to their fates.

he was a beautiful baby, but grew to be an awkward toddler, an awkward little boy. alessia made no attempt to hide her disgust at how her creation could be so gangly and ungainly, could stow away for hours with quiet toys that suggested knowledge more than play with other children. but perhaps that was for the better — she couldn’t very well brag and show up with something like him, her offerings would be meager in comparison to children who were the spitting images of their beautiful parents. simple genetics, the awkward transitional period of a child, were held against he who knew nothing of the world or such disgust from his mother. jack was six, and alessia ambrose was the love of his life. all mothers should be, for little boys.

but as he grew older, as his awareness developed, and as the blinders fell from his eyes jack became aware of his mother’s feelings. while he was utterly devoted to her, drew pictures of her at school or told stories about my mom and me, she was ashamed of his too-long legs and thin cheeks. his loss of innocence came across the dinner table ( boxed macaroni and cheese again, so mom could go out again for the night ), when he told her “ i love you, mommy ” and alessia heaved a sigh and responded with a perfunctory, “ yea. ”

grades meant nothing. educational achievements meant nothing. unconditional love from a child meant nothing, and jack began to realize that if he wanted something more than boxed macaroni and cheese for dinner every night ( if alessia even bothered to make it ) he would have to get it himself. however it wasn’t as simple as taking it — simply taking things earned him a swift but stern slap across the face and if he hadn’t learned in his younger years, jack surely understood alessia’s feelings with those.

he learned his charm from her, but it wasn’t easy being the odd child he was. still, with a desire to achieve, jack applied himself to the art of manipulation. he discovered it was simple with the charm of youth: people were more likely to assist if you added a few tears, a little naivety. his teachers began to understand his plight as home was difficult when he spun the yarn of his mother having become deathly ill. his peers found him appealing when he shared goods pilfered or traded from others ( without their knowledge for the former ), and the reputation he earned himself in his prime formed the personality that perfected at puberty.

while all of these tricks worked outside of the household, jack never managed to pull the wool over his mother’s eyes. but where unconditional love once stood in tolerance for alessia and her narcissism, now contempt remained. jack fell out of love with his mother at twelve, and never looked back.

on the summer at the end of his freshman year of high school jack left an odd-looking boy. in the fall of his sophomore year he returned transformed, as if the summer heat had been a chrysalis and the ugly caterpillar emerged a butterfly. now if you held up a picture of alessia ambrose beside jack you could see he was her child, all it took was a shot of growth hormone and the deepening of his voice. ice blue eyes were the stark difference between the two of them ( ignoring the blond hair that sprouted from his face if he didn’t tame it back to stubble every four or so days ), and alessia noted how much she despised the way he stared at her now. it made her skin crawl if only because it seemed as if he was looking through her.

and he was. now he saw her for what she was: a selfish woman who had only wanted him to brag about her own achievements. but he hadn’t been worth bragging about when he was small, and now that he towered over her she wanted him to be seen with him. but jack refused, perhaps a little too politely for her to understand at first, and it was only in a binge of some substance abuse that he took a stern hand with her. only when she struck him first out of a dead sleep — staring at him for near twenty minutes before lashing out at him. it was the threat of never touch me again that he punctuated so perfectly, threatening to hold back no means to defend himself should she raise another hand at him.

alessia mourned for herself the loss of her baby boy. all that was left was a man who was nothing more than a reminder of her failed relationships throughout the years. you’re just like them. you’re just like them.

but he was nothing like them. perhaps the only similarity being how much he despised her, as they all did in the end.

he finished high school unceremoniously, didn't bother to inform his mother when he graduated (the day, the time) and moved on with his life. she couldn't recall the last time she saw her son, but alessia understood that she never would again. and like so many wayward young men from broken homes, he'd sought a chance to make something of himself: the military.

boot camp, where drill sergeants shouted the smirk off of his face. then the navy, where he learned how to hold his breath for an incredible amount of time. then the SEALs, where he learned that his body was both softer and stronger than he'd ever imagined. breaching, combat, triage, whatever they needed of him and jack couldn't deny it. he excelled at the tasks he was given, specializing in the collection of information and specifically the reconnaissance involved with his specialized unit.

this was what captured the attention of the professor. initially hoping to acquire jack as an asset just a few years prior, he was required to finish a tour before he could formally be discharged from the military. at the age of thirty his CO shook his hand and once more jack disappeared from sight.

his skills with breaching came in handy. trading his name for talbot - trading military tact gear for private sector (as he liked to call it), trading existing formally in the world for more off-the-grid, his life changed. talents from his youth (pilfering from his classmates, sleight of hand) were polished and combined with the formal training the US military had provided ... talbot was a phantom, and a damn good one.

of his accomplishments under the professor's employ, talbot's primary distinction was the recovery of nelson's chelengsk: acquired with old connections and information, skill, and a bit of luck. presently he's pleased with his contract ... existing in a gray area where even his closest of "friends" only knows him by his alias, where he's been able to make much more of a life for himself than he ever would have if he'd stayed back home in the southern united states.

#intro. #ii. about

[coulsonx]

WARM BURNT ORANGE

Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

#ii. about #hm.

[ciderbird]

academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”

#historians are out there beefing with ppl who died over 200 years ago. good for them #history #history memes #this isn’t really about anyone in particular #but I did read the most hilariously bitter takes on alexander I #not that it’s hard to poke fun at his vanity and indicisive nature but like. he was just a poor little meow meow #although I have some weird grudges against dead ppl as well *cough* Catherine II *cough*

[balteus]

#this is about gideon ofnir and v ii snail #and also shadw weaver

[romavitae]

someone can ask me the definition of gender and I’ll just say "david tennant in shakespeare plays" :

#david tennant #richard ii #much ado about nothing #hamlet #macbeth #shakespeare #lgbt #lgbtqia

[enfurecido]

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME :  Léon Antonio Sepúlveda Castillo . NICKNAME(S) : Lee . NAME MEANING : Léon - lion , Antonio - Spanish form of Antonius , Sepúlveda - derived from the Spanish to bury , Castillo - Spanish cognate of castle . AGE : 39 . DATE OF BIRTH : October 24 , 1984 . PLACE OF BIRTH : Mérida , Yucatan , Mexico . CURRENT LOCATION : New York , New York , United States . ETHNICITY : Mexican , Filipino . GENDER : Cis man . PRONOUNS : He / Him . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual . ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Heteromantic . RELIGION : Catholic , non - practicing but he is spiritual . OCCUPATION : Gunsmith by trade , Capo for the Syndicate . Former US Army Specialist . EDUCATION LEVEL : High school diploma , training provided by the United States Army . Lee has a certification and license to legally smith guns . EXTRACURRICULAR : Fixing and tuning all sorts of vehicles including cars , trucks , and motorcycles . The occasional video game ... with a preference for arpg's ( he's been going hard at diablo iv , don't @ him ) and the occasional shooter . Social drinking . LIVING ARRANGEMENTS : A modest 2 bedroom 1.5 bath house in Brooklyn . He uses the basement for his smithing work and his decor is simple . His house is clean , thankfully he's not a slob , but it looks very bare bones as far as personality goes .  FINANCIAL STATUS : Somewhere between upper middle class and low upper class . He has bills to pay , a kid to care for , and he's not particularly flashy with cash . He's had a few hospital bills that have taken a chunk of his savings , but he's doing all right .  SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT : His voice is a touch higher in tone than one might expect at a first glance of him , however it is by no means high . Lee has a California-Mexican accent ... which is to say , he was born in Mexico and raised for a good chunk of his life first in Tecate , Cali and later in Oakland . He never lost his accent , but it's not as thick as it once was when he lived in Mexico and spent time around family . SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Spanish , English . VOICECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .  HAIR COLOR AND STYLE : Dark brown , nearly black . The back and sides have a gradual fade shaved into them while the top is longer . He typically slick it back . He also sports a well - maintained beard around his chin , with scruff along the rest of his face . COMPLEXION : Tan skin , without blemishes . However he does look a little older than he is .  EYE COLOR : Dark brown . EYESIGHT : 20 / 20 . HEIGHT : 6'3" .  WEIGHT : 193 lbs . BODY AND BUILD : Lee is , for lack of a better descriptor , built like a brick shithouse . He's tall , broad , and muscular . He works out rigorously to keep in shape and has a carefully regimented diet to compliment his calorie and protein intake . All to say --- he's a large and physically imposing man .  TATTOOS : Tattoos cover his chest , his left bicep and forearm as well as his inner arm , and his right inner forearm . He has none on his back . They are all varying in personal meaning and aesthetic . PIERCINGS : None presently . Ask him about the dare during service , though .   CLOTHING STYLE : Loose , worn jeans & old work boots , flannel shirts buttoned all the way up his neck but rolled to the quarter - sleeve , zip - up hoodies and fat silver rings adorning his fingers . A long and obnoxious wallet chain . A well - worn leather jacket . DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS : Oddly soft eyes that are disarming , but can turn fierce in an instant . Dog tags tucked often into his shirts . Neatly coiffed facial hair and slicked back hair . SIGNATURE SCENT : Warm earth , crushed fall leaves , leather , nicotine , musk and regular - scented Old Spice .

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER( S ) : Unaddressed PTSD . It's theorized he has some form of anger management issue , as well . PHYSICAL DISORDER(S) :  He has a torn rotator cuff ( left side ) he refuses to be seen for . As of right now , it's not an issue but gives him grief in colder weather . ALLERGIES : Seasonal , mostly tree pollen . SLEEPING HABITS : Stomach sleeper . Because of military conditioning he often goes 4 hours at a pop with a max of 6 . EATING HABITS : A bit of a health nut . Lee is big on proteins and healthy meals , but indulges in red meat when he can . He loves a nice steak , and he'll swear by his mother's home made tamales . SOCIABILITY : A bit of a chatty Cathy in the right settings , Lee is known to be serious with a streak of dark humor and sarcasm to him . If you're someone he's closer or more comfortable with he's hardly ever serious , but his delivery is mostly dry . BODY TEMPERATURE : Lee naturally runs maybe a bit warmer than the average person . ADDICTIONS : Nicotine and caffeine . DRUG USE : Smoke a little weed when he was a teenager but quickly grew out of it . ALCOHOL USE : Socially , but if he's going to indulge it's going to be with alcohol .

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : Adaptable , attractive , challenging , charismatic , driven , detail - oriented , focused , passionate , precise , & thorough . NEGATIVE TRAITS : Aggressive , brutal , destructive , dominating , flighty , malicious , narcissistic , sarcastic , unhinged , & vindictive . LIKES : Guns , cigarettes , time alone but also social time , clubbing , his bike , cats , heavy summer rain and thunderstorms, autumn , black coffee , & women . DISLIKES : Fake people , politics , kids ( loves his , doesn't like other people's ) , loud mouths , winter , hybrid cars , heights , romance films , country music , & emotional commitment . FEARS : Heights . HABITS : Smoker ( pack - a - day kind ) , excessive coffee - drinker , tends to bounce his leg when he's irritated . GOALS AND AMBITIONS : To be a good father so his son and provide him a comfortable life . ASTROLOGY : Scorpio , but miss him with astrology of any kind . PERSONALITY TYPE : ESTP-A , Entrepreneur . MORAL ALIGNMENT : Chaotic Neutral . HOGWARTS HOUSE : Fuck JKR. ELEMENT : Fire . PRIMARY VICE : Lust , wrath . PRIMARY VIRTUE : Diligence . WEATHER : Heavy summer rain and thunderstorms . COLOR : Dark purple and black . MUSIC : Playlist . MOVIE : Alien , Kill Bill .  BOOK : Ender's Game . SPORT : No . BEVERAGE : Coffee , Whiskey straight . FOOD :  Chicken and cheese tamale's , courtesy of his mom . ANIMAL : Cats. SEASON : Fall .

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER : Laura Antonia Castillo Espinosa . FATHER : Jaime Oscar Sepúlveda Montillo ( deceased ) . SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Mariela Torres Jimenez ( fiancée , deceased ) . BEST FRIEND : Open connection . EXES : Lee has only ever had one night stands or flings / friends with benefits since Mariela passed away . SIBLING(S) : Angelita Diana Sepúlveda Castillo ( sister , younger ) , Gabriel Diego Sepúlveda Castillo ( brother , younger ) . CHILDREN : One son ( name tbd ) . EXTENDED FAMILY : Mother of his son ( tbd ) . PET(S) : Two calico cats from the same litter - Dottie and Henrietta ( Hattie ) .

#ii. about

[mahgck]

#hades game #hades supergiant #hades #hadesposting #melinoe #zagreus #hades 2 #hades ii #all i could think about her watching the stream. my love.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.

and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.

...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.

see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.

while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.

especially if the president of the united states is on board.

yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.

and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."

but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.

...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.

not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.

yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.

but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire

#kai rambles #so like #i enjoy ships and learning about them and looking at them but like #i dont really care for warships #i dont hate them viscerally like i do cruise ships but i never really care for them #apart from the ones that were just like either ridiculously designed like the hms captain or the vasa or the novgorod #or the ones where just insane shit happened like with the william d porter #like this isnt even the extent of the porters unfortunate incidents like shr was sank by a kamikaze attack that MISSED #but somehow ended up below the ship and exploded and just like yeeted the porter out of the water #william d porter #uss william d porter #ww2 #world war 2 #world war ii #warships #again warships are really not my thing but god some of them are so fucking funny #uss iowa #fdr #franklin d. roosevelt #this suddenly got so many notes in like less than 24 hours what the fuck #shipposting

[bribinart]

this guy am i right

#figuring out how to draw these dudes since my first ghost drawing was when i JUST found out about them dfkjhg #my art #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #papa emeritus i #papa primo #illustration #cardinal copia #if u call this ship art i'm blocking u and calling ur mom

[enthusispastic]

#little shop of horrors #lsoh #seymour krelborn #audrey ii #audrey 2 #i am incredibly normal about little shop of horrors

[tvlbct]

tag drop.

#i. images #ii. about #iii. interactions #iv. music #v. wardrobe #vi. artillery

[coulsonx]

      anon, i’m serious.

#ii. about #this is basically meta at this point. #knowseverythingaboutyou

[temeyes]

john "hip thrust" price

#i saw a gif set of price last night and about four of them were just him doing hip thrusts #like good lord............... #my art #2023 #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare #call of duty: modern warfare ii #call of duty: modern warfare iii #cod #codmw #codmwii #codmwiii #modern warfare #mw #mw2 #mw3 #captain john price #john price #price cod #art #fanart #digital art #digital drawing #sketch #doodle #animation #animatic #video games #activision

[vidkun]

#myhouse.wad #myhouse #doom ii #tradional art #vidkun draws #long post #i always loved this entry of the diary from the game. something about it . #the “happiness has to be fought for” line felt like a lot of people were interpreting it as a W but to me it felt bittersweet #this game has lived in my head for a while its months past when it came out. but it sticks with you.

[thatone-highlighter]

I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.

#guys i fucking love listening to albums fr #best thing CDs have done for me is forcing me to listen to albums in order #this post is about. so many albums and artists #bad suns #imagine dragons #Set It Off #bastille #FUCKING HELL BASTILLE #theyre albums are SO GOOD #guys seriously. give me the future + dreams of the past. go listen to it. its so fucking good #doom days also fuckin slaps man. my fav oart is the fact the first 3 songs merge together for me until i realise million pieces is playing. #<- and ofc it has another place on it #also Imagine Dragons‘ Mercury 1+2 OUGH #the tone shift as you go through the double album until it does a full circle #sometimes a good album can be made up of songs that are banger after banger #<- All This Bad Blood-bastille Night Visions-ID smoke+mirrors-id apocalypse whenever-bad suns elsewhere-sio etc #and sometimes a good album can be made of songs that tell a progressive story while referencing eachother to enhance meaning and connect wit #-with the artists lived experinces #<- give me the future + dreams of the past-bastille mercury act I+II-ID Duality-sio #Tree Man Posts #music

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Horse Meshi. Delicious, in Horse.

#dungeon meshi #laois touden #marcille donato #senshi #chilchuk tims #Anne II #I am over a week late to make this relevant but dear god I love the kelpie chapter. #if not for the several layers of foreshadowing then the reveal that nearly everyone in the party is a passionate horse lover. #Truly the best part of dungeon meshi is the sheer love of horses each character has. Fantastic equines by Ryoko Kui. #Chilchuck gets to be a little wary given what goes down in the bicorn chapter. #Rest in peace Anne I and Anne II. You were beautiful horses. #The pain I felt upon re-reading dungeon meshi and realizing that Senshi called the kelpie Anne...Hurts bad! #By the way I have strong feeling about MLP AU with these characters - but I would like to assert that Senshi is earth pony coded #and chilchuck is pegasus coded. I was struggling to draw my vision and went with whatever my pen chose. #Laios is a griffin because...come on if he made a MLP AU of his friends he would be nothing else.