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[ambreiiigns]

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[minarcana]

thinking about my wol urianger au while i was at work and making myself sad

#the way shb works there is that the secret hes convincing exarch to keep while exarch tries to summon the remaining scions is #that uri fully plans to die and made exarch agree to send him to the rift and abandon him once the lightwardens are all dead #hes tired of watching other people die and would rather do it himself especially in this verse. of course. gwaha simply doesnt let him at #the end. you ever have two suicidal guys trying to arm wrestle about who gets to die while also trying to keep all their friends from #realizing thats the endgame plan is someone trying to sacrifice themselves #he still stays in il mheg for a while trying to study titania but its nowhere near as fervent as in canon because hes just. oh its fine. #ill die and then itll be done. #me lying on my back on the ground #me: hey uri are you ever gonna like go to ye olde therapy for that ptsd? #uri: nay why? #me: thats what i thought youd say you fucking elf #also the arr bit where you have to kill a bunch of soldiers while fighting rhitatyn. bad for wol au uri. thinking abt that also #laurel views things like that as a natural byproduct of war and idealism so shes not as fucked up about it #meanwhile this clown-- #ooc

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I'm just saying like

if a man like THAT took me to VEGAS to be his plus one at an event where tickets were sold out for WEEKS and the event was watching two "half naked men pommel each other" and I am also a man and then he wants to spar with me???? get half naked with ME and wrestle all over the mat??? I would fully expect his dick in my ass. nay, if his dick did NOT end up in my ass I'd be seriously fucking disappointed.

Eddie YOU ARE BEING WOOED. THE MAN IS WOOING YOU.

#911 spoilers #DID YOU EVEN TELL TOMMY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND OR DID YOU JUST CONVENIENTLY FORGET TO MENTION IT #HE FLEW YOU!!! TO FUCKING VEGAS!!! #EDDIE!!!!

[nanomooselet]

Episode Eight: Our Home

When this episode was first airing I saw someone describe it as "com[ing] for your feels with a rusty shiv" and it sure does! It sure does. It'll only get worse from here on out. :D

Little sprouts in their little hats! This scene is so friggin' cute and the show ruins it by cutting straight to the aftermath of the crash. Unfair.

The first time I watched this, I realised that Nai wasn't "evil" from the start. That is, he wasn't always... like he is now. I think he truly loved Rem and Vash, though he might have only realised how much later on. But on rewatch, I also don't think Vash's memories of his childhood with Nai carry the same level of nostalgic longing that Knives does for his memories. In the few short minutes he's being recorded, here are three things that Nai does.

Upset Vash by acting as though food - judging by Vash's reaction - makes Vash less of a Plant.

Play a prank by convincing Rem of something that isn't true.

Show affection to his brother... after Vash goes along with it and Rem falls for it.

I think, for Vash, the discovery they eventually made wasn't so violently unlike what he'd come to expect that he couldn't handle it. Vash believed he could rely on Rem to accept him and that was all he really needed. But what did Nai believe he had? His brother. He could rely on Vash to back him up, to play along, to understand. Vash seemingly being lesser, being other (like Rem) made Nai feel lonely. And though this touches on the manga* more than what we've so far seen in Stampede, I think Knives is far more of an idealist than Vash has ever been, even now.

Vash wants a better world, and he's willing to work for it, to fail, and to try again. He knows what it's like to fall short.

Knives wants a perfect world, and perfection admits no mistakes.

I just damn near made myself cry thinking about Rem and what she considers her mistakes MOVING ON.

THIS ISN'T AN IMPROVEMENT although it is a lovely colour scheme.

When Nai reveals the truth about the crash (or what he believes to be the truth; Knives cannot be relied upon as a source of information even a little bit), Vash flees. He continues to flee; even lying in the sand, it's to seek some kind of escape - not a good kind, but that's what it is. "I want this all to end./I don't want to be here." He can't, of course. Not before humans find him. We're survivors. For all our many faults, evolution didn't select for us giving up or failing to help each other, especially in the wake of such a disaster.

It's true that Brad and Luida aren't initially accepting of Vash, but it's Vash who frames himself in terms of usefulness, echoing Nai. It's Vash who seems to believe he shouldn't live unless he can... somehow make up for what "he" did. Luida doesn't know that. She sees another survivor, wrestling with the same guilt. I think the way she speaks with him may have been how she coped herself - and perhaps the way for Brad too, come to think of it. He acts like a paranoid dick, but when given a lead to pursue, he runs right off to dig through wreckage and bodies for some sign of Rem and finds the only shreds of comfort Vash was likely to get. They both have something to do. While I do wish Vash had chosen to live for the sake of living, I think what's keeping him in that bare little room isn't that he's an unproductive Plant or the hatred of humans (at least not just that). It's a trap he built for himself. As long as he does nothing, he's doing nothing wrong and he's not adding to the burden he already bears. They shouldn't trust him, not after what he did.

So when Luida trusts him to help the dying Plant as Rem's blank ticket story plays, she's making a choice. And that's to allow Vash to make his own choice: to live, even with his guilt.

The montage of him travelling around helping Plants! He teaches people how to take care of them properly! It makes him so happy!

So I really, really hope the speculation is wrong and Vash isn't burning himself out doing that. It seems paranoid, and it doesn't feel intuitively true the way some of my other speculation has, but that might just be wishful thinking. I definitely can't rely on Vash admitting it if it is true. I really hope he has at least one nice thing he doesn't pay for with his blood. :(

When Nai's influence re-emerges, so to does the burden of guilt, death and destruction he represents. It's funny that Brad's impulsive anger and mistrust is what drives Vash to seek his brother out - where Vash is going, he'll find plenty more of that.

One more thing. In the shot where Vash enters the Plant carrier (the city of July, or at least, the site where it'll be built in future), it zooms in to show Nai, standing. But if you look very closely as it does? He's rising to his feet from a kneeling position. I wonder what would have happened if Vash had entered a little earlier?

*Reading Maximum in like two days and then watching the final three/four episodes of Stampede was a terrible idea.

#tristampparty #trigun stampede #i love that orange came up with a reason vash and luida have similar haircuts #the wall of photos has so many adorable pictures #it also has one that did me psychic damage. try and guess which one! #tw sui ideation #trigun meta #meta: tristampparty episodes

[angelpuns]

Question list from RA for HMV au! :3

Fav sports?

Fav cartoons?

Fav birds?

Fav school club?

If you could pick one food to have an unlimited supply of, what would you pick?

Do u like carrot cake?

Yay or nay, spicy food?

that's all :333 (Also im totally gonna write a lil thing about RA and Eugene eventually if that's chill lol- just like for fun, bc introspection and fluff :D)

OOOOOH YIPPEEE

I'm doing this one with writing only since it's a lot of questions, I hope that's okay <33 (beating back the people pleaser in me right now fr)

I'll color code their answers so it's a bit more organized!!

Fave Sports:

Leo: hmmm I like baseball and basketball the most! I'd rather play them than watch, though

Donnie: I'm more of a theater person....

Raph: baseball! And boxing and wrestling and football! I like 'em all!

Mikey: I am willing to try anything once! I currently really like watching marching band videos!

Fave Cartoons:

Leo: Steven Universe, Space Quest: Animated, and The Owl House! (and secretly My Little Pony)

Donnie: Space Quest: Animated, Lower Decks, Infinity Train

Raph: Cartoons are for babies! ( he secretly likes MLP)

Mikey: Steven Universe, Space Quest: Animated, Spongebob, OK KO

Fav Birds:

Leo: Budgies!

Donnie: Hummingbirds, but also peacocks

Raph: PEREGRINE FALCONS! THEY'RE SO COOL!

Mikey: Budgies and peacocks and robins!

Fav School Club:

( they aren't in school, sadly, but here;s what I think they'd enjoy! )

Leo: bridge club and AV club

Donnie: Science club and AV club!

Raph: Knitting club ( this is a real club i swear) and Art club

Mikey: art club and anime club!

Unlimited supply of what food?

Leo: sandwiches

Donnie: noodles, especially with alfredo

Raph: POPTARTS

Mikey: cookies~

Carrot Cake, y/n?

Leo: yes! but mostly the icing

Donne: theoretically I should, but I've never wanted to try it before

Raph: no!

Mikey: not really

Spicy Food y/n?

Leo: I like to make spicy food, but I can't really handle it ;-;

Donnie: no

Raph: yesssss

Mikey: yes!

This took a while, but here are their answers!!!

None of them can handle spicy food, but Raph will eat anything and Mikey likes to eat it every once in a while <3

#TMNT:HME #TMNT:HME Asks #TMNT:HME Q n A

[writtenbynath]

Today's thoughts on arousal, ethics and shame

My subconscious mind has completely conflated and equated "hypnotic" and "arousing". Which is fun for my partners, things that arouse me can be used to hypnotise me. But the other way around, no matter how clinical or academic the setting, things that are designed to be hypnotic will invariably arouse me.

Now in order to explain my discomfort with this fact, I must first clarify my ethical problems with this situation. I feel that it's wrong to get off on a situation when the other people in that situation have not consented to being sexualised. If you're going in for a pedicure, you did not consent to anyone getting off on the sight of your bare feet being massaged. It would be wrong of a medical student to get off on the sight of a naked patient. Therefore, it is wrong for me to get off on a client or a fellow student who is getting hypnotised in an academic setting.

This puts me in the position that I have to either avoid hypnosis in an academic setting altogether, or hide my arousal, stifling my own feelings with shame because they are unwanted. I have done that. A lot. In academic settings when I studied psychology in college. In my family setting whenever something vaguely hypnotic was on TV, I was ashamed of my sexual feelings about it. And I was ashamed of those feelings even among my geeky D&D and larp friends my whole life.

I was 21 when I first had a boyfriend I told about my fetish and though he laughed at it, I did learn that it was ok to have a fetish, that I was allowed to express these feelings sometimes in some settings, and I started to read the EMCSA. However, I was still ashamed of any hint of arousal I felt whenever any mind control or hypnosis came up during the fantasy games I loved to play.

I felt that I would be too vulnerable if they knew that mind control turned me on. Those feelings were a tangled mess of the vulnerability of them making fun of my sexual feelings, the vulnerability that is inherent to being hypnotised and open to suggestions, and the fear of being taken advantage of if I ever did let myself get hypnotised. As I got older and I endured more sexual harassment, especially among these geeks that I considered to be my peers, I started to conflate "do I want this person to arouse me?" with "would I trust this person to hypnotise me?" and as we know all too well in our culture: not many men can be trusted with the unconscious body of a young woman. As more and more men groped me even while I was awake and able to defend myself, my distrust and fear only grew. Many men clearly had no qualms about getting off on situations I didn't consent to, and knowing how that made me feel, I never wanted to put anyone in that position. So my shame grew.

Even recently, when I was already finding my footing in kink, Critical Role came out on Youtube and the copious amounts of shameless, sexy mind control in it simply broke me. I was unable to enjoy the show, I had to step away and work on accepting my sexuality and my fetish.

I started to watch, nay… devour media with mind control and hypnosis, but only in the privacy of my own little corner of the house. Sometimes I shared some of it with partners who were ok with my fetish. But none of them really understood, not until I found my tribe. Other hypnokinksters.

And here is the link with Pro Wrestling (you didn't think I'd leave that out, did you?) it changed the way I watch TV. From watching wrestling shows, I learned "these entertainers are doing this for my enjoyment, I'm allowed to feel things" and coupled with relearning to watch TV during the pandemic, this changed my perspective. I learned to enjoy watching media with mind control with less and less shame. I learned that I can be turned on by things on TV and that doesn't bother anyone. (I'm still unable to indulge in mind control themes in a D&D game, unfortunately)

With baby steps, I can learn to overcome my shame, eventually.

[noodle-anime]

OKAY EP 12 THOUGHTS

vash's hair journey was just me going "oh no" in two opposite directions. probably mostly shock but. hm.

"vash what product do you use your hair spikes are indestructible" "oh, it's the trauma"

zazie freaking out over the takeover but spending time in the middle of running away to rag on wolfwood for only having one body like a loser. also coming back to be like "why do u all hate vash so much it makes no sense" and troll meryl.

vash's life plan is about seven layers of "oh baby no" and "what else are you going to do when you're a pacifist nuclear warhead" and then some more shades of "oh baby no"

the big fight. like yes visually very cool and epic and i need to go back and watch it seven times but also unparalleled brother wrestling energy. vash bites. nai hears vash's huge ideology in the middle of their final crash and the only reaction he can muster is "150 years and this is the BEST you can come up with?????" almost verbatim. calls vash stupid.

MILLY! MILLY BABY! SHE'S COMING!!!!!

meryl depression glowup a+

MILLY IS COMING

the way they threaten meryl with sending her to the insurance agency is SENDING me. not "stop it or you're going to get fired." apparently this happens enough that their go-to solution is sending bad and naughty journalists. to insurance. why. who came up with that. what does it mean. fucking hilarious. was roberto drinking to cope with how he has to ride the line between his ethics and the rules of the gossip mag to avoid being sent to insurance.

baby cowboy nai. nai trying to occupy rem's role in vash's mind. not personally into this little fucker but i cannot deny that he is a delicious squeaky toy of irony and utter fucked-up-ness

wolfwood carrying meryl under his arm like a suitcase

MILLY IS COMING and she requested meryl by name? curious. i cannot wait.

the fights in this show have been driving me insane and vash vs knife tentacles was NO different. incredible. for some reason vash's reloading always catches my eye - the moment where he takes knives out for a moment, stands stock-still reloading and then immediately jumps into running frantically away was a really fun sequence. also first appearance of his fancy little reloading gadget!

the focus on the "one winged angel" made me chuckle but it's very cool and i like it a lot

okay this was a lighthearted post mostly but vash playing the piano. amnesiac and near comatose, playing two notes over and over again. i may not recover.

MORE STAMPEDE CONFIRMED. EXTREMELY EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THEY TAKE IT.

#trigun #tristamp #trigun stampede spoilers #this episode was so MUCH i'm going to be dissecting for a minute #noodle watches

[notveryimpressed]

Butterflies

Prompt from @lefttomyownvices

"We might have a slight problem," Sidekick said, clutching their side as they watched Villain advance on them. Hero whirled around. "Are you hurt?" Sidekick shook their head, looking a little nauseous. "No," they mumbled. "Just a bad case of butterflies." Villain sauntered closer. Hero groaned. "Please tell me it's not for them," they said. Sidekick's expression said it all.

"We might be in a right pickle, I reckon," Sidekick drawled, gripping their side with a hint of distress as they observed Villain strutting towards them.

Hero swiftly spun around, his eyes filled with concern. "Are ye injured, pard? Doth the scoundrel hath thee in his clutches?"

Sidekick shook their head, a touch of queasiness evident in their face. "Nay, good sir," they muttered, their voice quivering like a leaf in autumn. "Tis but a terrible swarm of butterflies plaguing my innards."

Villain's malevolent steps grew closer, eliciting a groan from Hero's lips. "Pray tell me, dear companion, that thy ailment hath naught to do with this nefarious rascal approachin'," Hero implored, his face etched with desperation.

The expression on Sidekick's countenance conveyed the unfortunate truth before a word was uttered. With a heavy sigh, they confessed, "Verily, dear Hero, the butterflies within me doth flutter for none other than this villainous miscreant."

Hero's features contorted in exasperation, his hands clenching into fists. "Alas! We find ourselves in a dire situation indeed," he lamented, his voice tinged with a touch of melodrama. "A battle of steel and might, overshadowed by the skirmish within thy very soul."

Sidekick nodded solemnly, their face a picture of inner turmoil. "Aye, 'tis a tumultuous conflict, my companion, one that leaves me torn betwixt dread and fascination."

Villain closed the distance, a wicked grin stretching across his face. Hero, wearied but resolute, prepared to defend against the impending onslaught. Yet, he couldn't help but interject with a tinge of annoyance, "In the annals of heroic tales, I hath never encountered such an inconvenience as butterflies deciding to meddle in matters of valor."

Sidekick offered a weak smile, a glimmer of sheepishness in their eyes. "'Tis a curious affliction, indeed," they murmured, their voice carrying a hint of apology. "But fear not, dear Hero, for amidst the flutters and fluttering, I shall stand strong by thy side."

Hero's frustration melted into a sigh, his gaze unwavering upon the approaching Villain. "Very well, Sidekick. Let us vanquish this scoundrel, even if we must contend with your peculiar ailment. Together, we shall conquer both the foe without and the butterflies within."

With newfound determination, the duo braced themselves, ready to face the looming battle. The clash of blades and the tumultuous dance of heroism were about to commence, while Sidekick wrestled with the ever-enigmatic whims of their wayward butterflies. In this tale of valor and peculiarity, they were prepared to weather the storm, for in the realm of heroes and villains, anything was possible—butterflies and all.

Please follow me or reblog my writing. it really motivates me to write

#hero x villain #villain x hero #villain #writing snippet #writeblr #hero and villain #hero x villain community #hero #supervillain #hero/villain

[xiakha]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt #20 - Hamper

"And you! Why waste your final moments in futile defiance?"

Really, it was unseemly to gloat so, especially when victory was such a foregone conclusion. In a sense, he felt as if he were bullying upstart children who hadn't learned their place after all this time. Nay, even children could be reasoned with, albeit in rudimentary ways. These mortals were like particularly stubborn livestock. His assured triumph was still as hard earned as wrestling with a herd of keraunoi.

He was awake. Wide awake, actually awake. The first time in decades, he wasn't going through the motions and sleepwalking through this encounter, rousing slightly only to deliver a snarky remark based on whatever tidbit he overheard. No, he was all there, all present. He was absolutely, spectacularly livid, and utterly rock bottom disappointed.

And yet the vindication that he was going to feel as the so-called Warrior of Darkness crumbled into a monstrosity of light was going to be so delicious. Oh but only if there was more of an audience for the drama about to unfold! The Miqo'te would turn, and the direct exposure to all of that light aether would start to turn her allies as well. They would have to choose to futilely fight and risk turning into sin eaters, or find a way to off themselves or each other while they still had a form of reason and self. This sort of desperation, especially among friends and allies, this was the drama that Emet-Selch lived for. If only he had popcorn. His rage burned so hot he could likely pop the kernels through sheer force of will, but he wasn't in the mood to conjure them up. No, the grim satisfaction of watching these so-called Scions turn on each other as they became corrupted by the light was enough.

And yet, the Miqo'te continued shuffling forward, dragging her sword behind her.

"Oh, weary wanderer, you've no fight left to fight, no life left to live."

It came out as a taunt, but there was pity. Pity and a little bit of confusion. Why bother expending the precious little aether she had left that wasn't corrupted by light already? And to do what? Swing her oversized sword once at nothing? Even if Emet-Selch let her drive the slab of metal through this body, it would be little more than an inconvenience. He'd just have to go fetch another.

He could see her soul bursting at the seams with light aether, but she held together like a particularly hardy glass bottle falling down a flight of stone stairs. Each step taken was miraculous defiance against the natural order. A bit of unease gripped Emet-Selch's heart in the same way it would if he were waiting for a particularly overblown balloon to finally pop as it bobbled against a pin. He might actually change his tune a little if she was actually able to swing her sword.

Ah, but the Light would not be denied!

The Warrior of Darkness, radiating light aether like a particularly tiny and purple star, crumbled to her knees long at last. The glass bottle that was her soul finally cracked, and the momentum would surely cause her to shatter. Now here was the grand reveal. The Lightwarden to end all Lightwardens, born from the Warrior of Darkness. The irony would keep him fed for millennia. Several Rejoinings down the road, when his work was complete, he would still look fondly on the moons of plotting it took to engineer this monstrosity.

...And yet, he could not deny that he also felt the peculiar wish to help her up, dust her off. She was---

No. She was not. A poor reflection at best. He let his livid hatred and cruel satisfaction blot out those thoughts. This was yet another betrayal on her part. Even if Xiao wasn't aware of it, Emet-Selch could sense how it was in a way a tiny little bit of spite left over from her.

"Rise up in madness and fury! Devour the vermin infesting the land which is righfully ours!"

One of the fools leapt at him, a distraction easily seen through. He needed but a moment, ah, the little Oracle of Light was still fit to run it seemed. Emet-Selch was tempted to see what would happen, would she be consumed with light as she attempted to seal, thus eliminating any and all hope that remained, or would she make it in the nick of time?

No, it was better if the little Oracle was helped along. With a flick of his arm, he tossed the aetherically impaired one aside and with the return motion sent a blast of aether through the girl's center of mass. It wouldn't kill her out right and deny her turning into a sin eater, but it would prevent her from reaching the Miqo'te.

And then what? Where would the hero turn to next? Emet-Selch nearly wanted to stoop down to see what kind of expression Xiao was making, but getting so close to the Lightwarden-to-be could mean getting caught in the blast. Oh, he would be fine, but it would be a pain in his slumped shoulders and neck to retrieve another clone body at this time, especially when he wanted to see all of this through without interruption. No, better to watch everything fall apart for the would-be-heroes from a safe distance.

Well then.

The fireworks were about to begin.

As Xiao spewed liquid light from her mouth, Emet-Selch could see with his aethersight the very last of her aether, the thinnest bits that were barely holding her very form together, were now crackling with light like the rest of her. The Warrior of Darkness erupted in a geyser of aether. Oh, how would she transform? What brilliant and terrible and monstrous form would all of that aether take on?

It dazzled so much that Emet-Selch had to shield his eyes. All of this brightness was probably a migraine he'd need to sleep off in the very near future. He might switch out to another body just for that.

...Wait...

That hair, that posture, that mask...

Cruelties upon cruelties if the Lightwarden took on the image of---

No. His aethersight was caught up with afterimages again. All of this damned light! It wasn't her. And in a way, this was just one last petty betrayal before the very end of her latest mockery, her latest broken husk of a form.

...And yet, and yet the impossible occurred. The glass bottle struck the final step, cracked as it was, and then bounced once more. And it bounced back whole. The cracks mended. Still very full of light aether, and yet...

A part of him wanted to retreat, to lick the wounds to his pride, to reset and revise. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way, but he could afford to wait the fifty or so years that it took for this iteration of Hydaelyn's defiance to pass back into the Lifestream. Who knows, maybe once this incident was over, the fools would return to the Source and accidentally trigger the Rejoining there on their own.

No. He had entertained this little farce for far too long. It ended here and now. No more would his plans be stymied by this poor retelling of Azem's fate.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #FFxivWrite2023 #emet selch #wordvomit #a short scene

[b3crew]

REVIEW | "AEW: Fight Forever" | B3 - Boston Bastard Brigade

Growing up, I loved pro wrestling. The likes of Jake “The Snake” Roberts, Ted DiBiase, and “Stone Cold” Steve Austin seemed larger than life when I witnessed their matches. I’ve been on-again and off-again when it comes to watching pro wrestling, with my time seemingly ending in 2002 after watching Shawn Michaels defeat Triple H at Summerslam. But in 2019, a new dog entered the junkyard, in the form of All Elite Wrestling. Once again, I was hooked thanks to the athletic prowess of Darby Allin, Orange Cassidy, and — yes — Danhausen.

Which leads me to AEW: Fight Forever, the wrestling organization’s first official foray into the video games market. Developed by Yuke’s, the game was to be a spiritual successor to — in my opinion — the best sports game on the Nintendo 64: WWF No Mercy. As I booted it up and began to play it, I felt like I was 15 again, opening up cans of whoop-ass and collecting wins like I was a true champion. However, even with my nostalgia goggles tightly on, I couldn’t help but recognize the wrinkles that AEW: Fight Forever needs to iron out.

Like the Nintendo 64 era of THQ wrestling titles, the game features a good dose of content. On top of featuring over fifty wrestlers to choose from, AEW: Fight Forever features a plethora of modes to sink your teeth into. From your run-of-the-mills singles and tag team matches to the likes of Casino Battle Royales, there are many ways to experience what All Elite Wrestling is all about. There’s even a couple of their trademark styles, such as Unsanctioned Lights Out and the Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatches, the latter of which has more pyro than your average Rammstein concert. (You can even initiate the lame sparkler pyro that occurred when Kenny Omega faced Jon Moxley, which shows the sense of humor AEW has.)

Controlling a fight is a lot easier than I imagined; in fact, there were times my Xbox Series X controller almost felt as smooth as using the Nintendo 64 one. Grappling, climbing turnbuckles, and initiating submissions felt natural in my hands, thanks in part to an excellent tutorial featured in the game. With that being said, getting a hold of a weapon is a lot trickier, and not because referee Aubrey Edwards was keeping an eye on me. Nay, standing near the ring to grab a weapon sometimes makes my wrestler go back into the ring, rather than get hold of a kendo stick or a bag of tacks.

Click here to read the rest of the review!

#king baby duck #review #reviews #sports #video games #pro wrestling #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fight forever #yuke's #thq nordic #xbox series x #ps4 #ps5 #xbox one #pc #steam #nintendo switch #boston bastard brigade #black compat

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

A Golden Treasury for the Children of God

by Carl Heinrich von Bogatzky

Take therefore the talent from him: and give it unto him that hath ten talents, for unto him that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance. But from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. - Matthew 25:28-29

He that is faithful in that which is least, is faithful also in much, and he that is unjust in the least is also unjust in much. - Luke 16:10

God requires nothing but faithfulness; with this thou needest not to fear any thing, nor to say, if only such and such a thing was not in the way. Rather confidently believe that all is thine, and will work together for thy good. Nay, what seems to be most dangerous may perhaps prove most advantageous; so that if it were wanting, it would be the same as if the clock was without its weights. By fidelity our gifts and graces will be increased and that which is bad, turned into good; which made a certain faithful servant of the Lord in his last moments call upon all the children of God, “to be only faithful, since God is certainly faithful on his part." Whoever therefore, desires to be rich in grace, let him mind these words of a dying experienced Christian, nay, of Christ himself. Whatever the Lord gives us to know, we must be careful to bring it directly into practice, by watching, prayer, and wrestling, if we will be called faithful, and arrive to a state of true life and power. Thus for one drachm of fidelity we shall certainly be rewarded, even in this life, but much more in heaven, with many talents, and also receive that which has been buried by a slothful servant.

#A Golden Treasury for the Children of God #Carl Heinrich von Bogatzky #devotional #Matthew 25:28-29 #Luke 16:10 #July 21 #2022

[ambreiiigns]

oh he does not deserve You Sick Fuck chants

#nay watches wrestling

[kylermalloy]

It’s time! I get to share the art I commissioned from @shaozys of a scene from Ghosts. Look at how cute they are!

"Thanks for your time," Vash murmurs before hanging up.

"You're so patient," Nai says, nipping at his ear. They've melted into a pile on the floor, Vash situated between Nai's spread legs, with the phonebook, maps, and insurance papers littered in a spiral around them. "I would've slammed the phone down ages ago. And seriously, isn't this phone perfect for slamming?" He lifts the receiver from its cradle and demonstrates.

"Stop!" Vash whines, even though he's laughing. "Don't break it! It's an antique!"

"An antique? Please, it's from 1982. Says so on the bottom."

"It does not! Put it down."

"Make me."

Vash can't contain his high-pitched squeal of laughter as Nai wrestles him onto his back and pins him by the wrists. "I said make me, tough guy."

"I let you win," Vash proclaims, a pout already growing on his face.

"Sure you did."

Nai does not look behind him to make sure they're alone before leaning down to kiss the pout off Vash's lips.

They're not, but it's neither their mom nor their sister who watches.

#plantcest #kv #trigun stampede #trigun #fanart #shaozys #vash the stampede #millions knives #uhh incest cw i guess #look at my children! #look how in love they are! #look at the ghostie! #shao tysm again for this art i love it immensely

[lindajenni]

oct 30

it's getting hot around here

"He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver; He will purify the sons of levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer to the Lord an offering in righteousness." mal 3:3

He will purge them with fire, as gold and silver are purged, for He baptizes with the Holy Ghost and with fire He will purge them by afflictions and manifold temptations, that the trial of their faith may be found to praise and honor. He will purge them so as to make them a precious people to himself.

unfortunately suffering is perhaps the quickest way to grow spiritually. most of us would testify that our times of greatest spiritual growth have been when we were in the fire of trials and difficulty. the key to suffering is to handle it correctly when it comes.

i remember my time of trial. like all of you, i hate illness. but God used it to bring me to a deeper level of brokenness. i wanted to grow in my understanding of God, so during that time i asked Him: “what do you want to teach me? how can i grow through this time of suffering?”

in order for God to train us in His ways, He permits His fire to consume us. this fire causes us to die more to ourselves so that He can live more fully through us. sickness was hard for me (and still is), but i believe that in the end God uses it for my advantage. the difficult circumstances you face, if handled well, will make you a winner in the end. He causes all things to work together for good.

it’s never easy to go through difficulty because we have to wrestle through to a changed understanding of God. Job survived this terrible experience and never gave up his faith or trust in God.

He sat by a fire of seven-fold heat, as He watched by the precious ore, and closer He bent with a searching gaze as He heated it more and more.

He knew He had ore that could stand the test, and He wanted the finest gold to mould as a crown for the King to wear, set with gems with a price untold.

so He laid our gold in the burning fire, tho’ we fain would have said Him ’nay,’ and He watched the dross that we had not seen, and it melted and passed away.

and the gold grew brighter and yet more bright, but our eyes were so dim with tears, we saw but the fire — not the Master’s hand, and questioned with anxious fears.

yet our gold shone out with a richer glow, as it mirrored a Form above, that bent o’er the fire, tho’ unseen by us, with a look of ineffable love.

can we think that it pleases His loving heart to cause us a moment’s pain? ah, no! but He saw through the present cross the bliss of eternal gain.

so He waited there with a watchful eye, with a love that is strong and sure, and His gold did not suffer a bit more heat, than was needed to make it pure.

i believe poetry speaks volumes from the heart. oh Lord, let the flames burn hotter still until Your work be complete!

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

[itsalwayswellattheworldsend]

Chapter 22 - An Adventure in the Wood

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Synopsis:

Ralph sets out for adventure, and he finds just that.

Summary:

“Now will I buy thy nay-say with mine, and if thou give the youngling his life, and suffer him to come his ways with us, then will I go home with thee and will ride with thee in all the love and duty that I owe thee; or if thou like this fashion of words better, I will give thee my body for his life.”

Ralph readied himself to leave the next morning without further discussion, and when he was about to go the old woman said to him: “When you went out before, I was afraid that you might not return, but now I fear not, for I know that you will return, though it may that you come back leading a fair woman by the hand. So go, and all luck go with you.”

Ralph smiled at her words and went, going into the woods due south from the Castle, and he went on and on with no thought of turning back. He rested twice and still continued, until the thickets and woods had changed around him. The sun was getting low and he saw light gleaming through a stand of pine trees, which had previously been a dark wall of trunks ahead of him, and he came to the very edge of the wood. He went carefully, and saw between the trees that there was a stretch of green grass and then a placid lake with banks on either side. He came out of the pinewood and onto the grass, but there were thorn bushes around so he went quietly from one to the next, so that he could see what lay ahead without being seen, himself.

He went eastward along the lake toward where the water flowed into it, and he saw how the bank sloped gently from the water to the pinewood, in front of which were three great oak trees standing between the forest and the water, and beyond those a level, green place where he saw people. With his sharp eyes, he could distinguish three people on this side of the oak trees, and on the other side of them a white horse. He went towards them, sneaking from bush to bush, since he thought that it would be best if he were not seen by them, who might be his enemies, for he saw that they wore armor and weapons. And he had not gone far towards them before he saw the setting sun shine brightly off of an unsheathed sword, and another sword coming up to block it, and he heard the distant clashing of steel, and he also saw that the third person was wearing long and light clothing, and was likely a woman.

Ralph quickened his pace, and in a minute or two he was close enough to see the men clearly, and they were fully clad in knights’ armor, and were striking at each other with great blows, so that the otherwise-quiet place rang with the clatter of it. As for the woman, he could see little of her, because the men were between them and she was under the shadows of the trees.

Now as he went, hidden by the bushes, he was close enough that they also obscured the knights from him, and when he came to the last bush, some fifty paces from the men, he peeked out around it, just in time to see the two knights resting briefly. Ralph saw that the furthest from him was a very big man with a blue tabard decorated with a great golden sun, and the other (whose back was to Ralph), wore black over his armor. As he watched, he was uncertain whether to show himself or not, but then the knight of the sun raised his sword and with a great roar of wrath and grief mixed together, and he rushed his foe and struck him so fiercely that he fell to the ground, and the big man jumped on him, wrestling with him on the grass.

Immediately, Ralph came out of the bushes with his sword in his hand, and at that moment—even with the knights fighting on the ground between them—he saw the woman come from under the shadows of the oak trees, turning towards him. And he stood staring in amazement, for it was the Lady whom he had helped at the crossroads. His heart nearly stopped with joy, yet he was also embarrassed, for though she was no longer dressed in such poor clothing, he still seemed to see her body through her outfit. But now her attire was simple: a green gown, thin and short, and over that a coat of black cloth bordered with a border of gold and colors. Around her neck was a necklace like that which Dame Katherine had given to him, and the long tresses of her hair—which previously had floated loose about her—were now braided about her head like a garland. She looked at Ralph with a flushed and joyous face, and it seemed as if she did not see the battle of the knights, but only saw him. He feared for her and his love for her, and stood still, not daring to go to her.

They stood like this for a few moments, and then the big man rose up on one knee and steadied himself with his sword, which was bloody from the tip to halfway down its length, but the black knight lay still and made no signs of life. The Knight of the Sun got up slowly and stood on his feet facing the Lady, and seemed not to see Ralph for his back was to him. He approached the Lady slowly, scowling, and his face was white as chalk; then he spoke, coldly and sternly, stretching out his bloody sword before her.

“I have done as you asked and slain my dearest friend on earth for your sake. How will you reward me?”

Then once again Ralph heard the voice which he remembered so sweetly amidst the peril and battle of the crossroads, and she spoke as coldly as the Knight: “I did not ask you to do this; your own heart told you to fight him because you thought that he loved me. Be content! You have killed the one who stood in your way, or so you thought. Do you think I am happy about his death? No! I grieve over it, despite all the good reasons I had to hate him.”

The Knight said: “My own heart! Half of my heart tells me to kill you, who has made me kill him. What will you give me?”

She furrowed her brow and spoke angrily: “I will give you leave to depart,” she said. Then, after a moment, and in a kinder voice: “And this much of my love: I pray that you do not feel sorrow over me, but that you have a good heart and live as a true knight should.”

He Frowned: “You won’t go with me?”

“Not without being forced,” she said. “If you tell me to go with you with threats of cutting and mangling the body—which you say you love—then I must go, even though I do not think you would do this.”

“I have the mind to try it,” he said; “If I put you on your horse and bind your hands, and link your feet together under the beast, you would probably come with me. Shall I have slain my brother-in-arms for nothing?”

“You have the mind,” she said, “but do you have the might?”

“I should think so,” he said, smiling grimly.

She looked at him proudly and said: “See, I doubt you can do that.”

He still had his back to Ralph and was staring at the lady, and she turned her head a little and signaled to Ralph, just as the Knight of the Sun said: “You doubt me? Who will help you here?”

“Look over your left shoulder,” she said.

He turned and saw Ralph approaching, sword in hand, smiling, but somewhat pale. He drew back from the Lady and turned on his heel, facing Ralph and crying out: “Hah! You have conjured a devil to fight me, you sorceress, to take from me my grief, and my lust, and my life? It will be a fair game to fight with your devil as I have fought with my friend, but now I don’t know if I will kill him or you.”

She said nothing, but stood quietly looking at him, not unkindly, while the wind came up over the water and played with a few loose locks of her hair that hung down from that red crown, and it blew her skirt from her feet and wrapped it around her, and Ralph saw her and as close to death as he was (for his enemy was huge and tough-looking), longing for her melted his heart, and he felt the sweetness of life in his innermost self as he had never felt it before.

Suddenly the Knight of the Sun turned back to the Lady again and fell down on his knees before her, clasping his hands together as if praying and said: “Please forgive me for everything I’ve said, I beg you! Let this young man depart unhurt, whether you conjured him or have just lured him away from his home and family. Just come with me and make some act of loving me, and let me love you. All will be well, for in a few days we will go back to your people, and I will be their lord or your servant, or my brother’s servant, or whatever you want. Oh will you please let these summer days be so sweet?”

But she said, holding her head up proudly and speaking in a clear, ringing voice: “I have said that I will not go with you at all except by force.” And then she turned to face Ralph as though he were any courteous man she had happened to encounter, and she said nothing to him, nor gave any sign of knowing him. Then the Knight of the Sun jumped to his feet and waved his sword above his head, running furiously at Ralph, who jumped quickly to one side (or else he would have been killed), and struck the Sun-Knight, cutting into the armor on his left shoulder and drawing blood. He attacked, hitting right and left as the other countered, but it was useless. The Knight of the Sun, after staggering under that first blow, drew himself up straight and pushed through Ralph’s attacks, though they split his armor. He rushed up close to Ralph and struck him in the side of the head with the hilt of his sword, so that the young man of Upmeads staggered and fell unconscious.

The Knight of the Sun knelt on him and drew his dagger, short, thick, and sharp, and he cried out: “Now, Devil, let’s see if you bleed black!” Then he raised up his hand, but the weapon was stopped, for the Lady had glided up to them when she saw Ralph was defeated, and now she stretched out her arm and caught hold of the Knight’s hand and the dagger, and he cried out: “What’s this? You are strong-armed as well as white-armed;” (for she had pulled back the sleeve from her right arm) and he laughed furiously.

But she was pale and her lips trembled when she said softly, and sweetly: “Are you really going to kill this young man?”

“Why not? I have just killed the best friend I ever had, though he was unwilling to fight me—and I did that just because I saw you toying with him, even though like you said you had more reason to hate him than love him. Well, if you don’t want this young man killed, then I think at least is not a devil you conjured, or else you would be glad to see him die so that you would be free from your pact with him. He is a handsome man, young and valiant, it seems, so I suppose that he is your lover, or will be one day. Well then—”

He lifted his hand once more and once more she stopped him, saying: “Look, I’ll make a deal with you, for I owe him my life.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to know?” she said. “You would keep me away from all men, if you had me in your hands once more. Yes, and you would say that you were keeping me from sinning again.” And she smiled bitterly. “Well, the story is a long one: five days ago I was taken by the men of the Burg, and you know what they would do to me, even if they knew less about me than they do. Well, two of their fighters were leading me along by a rope, like a calf is led to the butcher, when we ran into this good lad, who slew them both, letting me escape. Though, in truth, I did have to stick my neck out once more in helping rescue four of our people who otherwise would have been tortured to death.”

“Well,” said the knight, “maybe you have more mercy in you than I thought; though I don’t doubt that you might at some point ask me or some other to kill him for you. You are merciful, my QUeen, though not to me, and I would be a brute if I were to less merciful than you. Therefore, I will spare his life, yet I will not give him to you if I can help it—look, my Sweet! He’s opening his eyes.” Then he got up from Ralph, who raised himself a little and sat up looking dazed and weak. The Knight of the Sun stood beside the lady with his hand grabbing his sword-hilt, and said to Ralph: “Young man, can you hear me?”

Ralph smiled feebly and nodded.

“Do you want to keep living?” said the Knight.

Ralph found his words and said faintly: “Yes.”

“Where do you come from? Where is your home?”

“Upmeads.”

“Well, then,” said the big knight, “go back to Upmeads and live.”

Ralph shook his head and furrowed his brow and said, “I won’t.”

“All right, then you don’t want to live? Let me help you with that. Stand on your feet and fight me, for now that my fury has cooled, I will not kill an unarmed man.”

Ralph staggered to his feet, but was still weak and fell back down. He said: “I can’t,” and he fainted again. The knight stood leaning on his sword and looking down on him, though not unkindly. He turned to the Lady, but she was gone from his side. She had glided away and gotten to her horse, which was tethered on the other side of the oak tree, and had untied and mounted him.

She sat in the saddle, the reins in her hands, smiling at the knight as he stood astonished, and she said to him, “Now, lord, I will warn you: do not take a single step closer to me, for you see that I am riding Silverfax, and you know how swift he is. If I see you move, we’ll be gone. You also understand that I fully know the woodlands, and I tell you that the roads from here to the Dry Tree are all safe and open to me, and that beyond the Gliding River, I will come to Roger of the Ropewalk and his him, and if you think you can catch me before I get there, forget it; your horse is strong, but heavy, as is proper for a knight as large as you. Furthermore, he is not near you. By the time you get in your saddle, where will I be? Yes,” she said, seeing the Knight handling his dagger, “you could throw that, and you might hit Silverfax, but you might hit me instead, and I think that it is my body that you want to have with you, alive. So now, will you listen?”

“Yes,” said the knight, barely able to speak through his anger.

“Listen,” she said, “here is the deal between us: right now, you would kill this young man unless he swore to leave us, and as for me, I do not want to go back with you to Sunhome, where you shamed me before. Now I will buy your acceptance with mine, and if you spare the young man’s life and let him come with us, then I will go back with you and will live with you in all the duty and love that I owe you. Or if you like this wording better: I will give you my body for his life. But if you don’t like that deal, there is nothing else for sale in the market, and I will ride to the Dry Tree and you will kill the young man, or become best friends with him, like you were with Walter—whatever you want.”

She said this, but Ralph lay on the grass and heard nothing.

The Knight’s face was dark and red with anger, and he answered: “My best friend! I hear your taunting. I don’t need you to remind me that I have killed my best friend for your sake.”

“No,” she said, “not for my sake, but for the sake of your own foolishness.”

He didn’t answer her, but continued: “And as for this one, I will say again that if he is not your devil, then you intend him to be your lover. And now I think that I really will kill him before he wakes again. Likely it will be better for him that way.”

She said: “I don’t know why you’re haggling over this; if he comes along with us, he will be under your control, just like me, and you can kill him—or me—whenever you want.”

“Yes,” he said, grimly, “when you are tired of him. Oh you are a horrible woman, but I must pay your price, though my honor and well-being go with it. But what if he will not go with us?”

She laughed and said: “Then you can have him as your prisoner and slave. You’ve beaten him on the field of combat, yes?”

He stood silent for a moment and then said: “You say that he should come with me whether he likes it or not, unarmed and as a prisoner, and the prize for my victory.” And he laughed, not completely out of bitterness, but if some joy were rising in his heart. “Now, my Queen,” he said, “the deal has been made between us, and you can get down off of Silverfax. As for me, I will go get some water from the lake to wake up this brave and mighty young man, this newfound prize.”

She did not answer, but rode her horse close to him and got down gracefully, while his greedy eyes devoured her beauty. Then he took her hand and pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, and she let him, but did not return the kiss. Then he took off his helmet and went down to the lake to fill it with water.

Notes:

The exact topography of the place where all this happens is not very clear. Suffice to say he’s going east along the lake and finds people between the trees and the water. Furthermore, distance is something of a question, and I’m not sure how far away he is when he sees them. So I guess don’t worry too much about that stuff.

The Lady’s dress is described as “short,” which previously has been specified as meaning it shows the ankles. The “coat of black cloth” she wears is a cotehardie (here called a “cote-hardy”) which is medieval outerwear you’ve no doubt seen before. Her hair is not specified to be braided, just “wound as a garland around her head.” I added “braided” because I don’t know how else one would do that, and if you google a description of this hair style, that’s what you find.

It is not specified whether the Knight of the Sun is pointing his sword at the Lady when he holds it out between them.

I really love the dialog in this chapter between the Knight of the Sun and the Lady, especially her witty responses. “I have a mind to try it” and she says “You have the mind, but do you have the might?” Also, he assumes that her ability to defy him is contingent on another person helping her (since he’s a big strong knight and she’s a woman), and although Ralph is there to help her, we have been told previously that she is quite strong (as strong as a knight, I believe was what she was compared to), and in her first meeting with Ralph, she alluded to her plan to escape on her own.

I don’t understand the line I copied as “my brother’s servant.” The original text is “there will I be their lord or thy servant, or my brother's man.” To “be someone’s man” has thus far always meant being their servant (like Roger with Ralph in the Burg), but it seems out of place here, especially considering the previous phrase used the word “servant.” I don’t know who “my brother” is in this case, either.

I like this fight with the Sun Knight because Ralph’s only been in one fight before (saving the Lady from the men of the Burg; though we have been told that he was good at Knight Stuff back in Upmeads) and he seemed to do pretty well there (a bit too well, I think), and then here he does the exact same trick again (dodge to the side, strike towards the neck) and just gets absolutely clobbered. In my opinion, stories are more fun when the hero only barely wins fights, or in this case loses all together.

I like the addendum to the story she tells about Ralph saving where she’s like “It was cool but also I still had to go to the Burg because of a rescue mission : / soo….”

Hm a super-fast horse named Silverfax; I wonder if that’s where Tolkien got the name for Shadowfax.

It hasn’t been explicitly stated yet, but “Walter” is the Black Knight’s name.

I really like the Lady in this scene, particularly her running metaphor of treating the options like things for sale at a market. The Literary Analysis part of my brain wants to examine all the different times buying/selling/markets come up in the story, particularly in metaphorical terms. Earlier, someone (Clement, I think), used a market metaphor for buying adventure at the cost of one’s life (I don’t remember if the metaphor made it through transcription), and how bargaining with your life is dangerous, since there’s only one of those. I'm sure there's something to say about capitalism and Morris' socialist beliefs here.

I also like the Lady’s crafty speech here, saying that she’ll go with him with all the duty and love she owes him, which they both know is none.

More accusations of witchcraft against the Lady! This time devil-summoning, even.

Map updated to show the lake and indicate that after going to the lake, Ralph went east before encountering the Lady and the Sun Knight.

Map:

#the well at the world's end #william morris #the well - book 1 chapter 22

[jp-hunsecker]

For all its claims of retroactive continuity, the latter-day Halloween trilogy sure relies heavily on what it purports to ignore. Halloween Kills rehashed Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers, and now Halloween Ends seems to take its cues from Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers, in a way picking up where that one left off.

This latest installment could certainly use a subtitle; perhaps something along the lines of Michael Myers, We Hardly Knew Ye. When Laurie Strode calls Michael “the personification of evil,” she means it quite literally. And why not? After all, it’s much easier to label him a bogeyman (nay, The Bogeyman) than it is to even attempt to answer the question of just who the fuck Michael Myers is.

Mind you, I don’t want his Wikipedia biography; when it comes to villains, less is always more. The problem is that this movie reminds me of the old anecdote about Billy Wilder asking Jack Lemmon to give him “less” take after take, until Lemmon finally snapped, “what do you want?! Nothing?!” — which is exactly what Halloween Ends gives us.

The filmmakers remain at all times oddly incurious regarding Michael’s actions (or lack thereof); it’s as if they have grown themselves weary of the character, relegating him to the background and in the process officially turning Halloween Ends into the Blade: Trinity of this franchise.

First, they try to find a substitute (in spite of its title, the film is a halfhearted ‘passing of the torch;’ sort of like the new Candyman only nowhere near as well executed). This endeavor fails miserably because the movie cares about as little for this heir apparent as it does for The Shape himself. The character, called Corey Cunningham, is given a domineering mother (as if we haven’t that before), but don’t go blaming the parents just yet; the old woman is no Norma Bates/Margaret White, and her only sin is to have been written as a hag just so that no one (audience included) will miss her when she gets got.

Then again, several people get butchered (though the kills are nothing to write home about either), their bodies left lying in a pool of their own blood, yet nobody seems to even notice. For all intents and purposes there are only two cops in this town, and one of them — who may or may not be retired — can’t be bothered to give a single solitary fuck when the other one disappears (who on the other hand doesn’t even get a perfunctory ‘hey, what happened to so-and-so’?).

Where was I? Oh, yeah. So, when the New Michael angle goes absolutely nowhere, the filmmakers simply rush toward the arbitrary conclusion, which not only is anything but conclusive (they may crush Mike’s body, but what about his spirit?), but also rather ‘meh!’ Like, is this what we waited almost half a century for? Really?

Now, what I really want to know is, since when does Michael fucking Myers need a tag team partner? The previous movie pretty much declared him a God, so why is he hiding in a filthy sewer like Ron Perlman in Beauty and the Beast? The Sideshow Bob to Laurie’s Bart Simpson, Michael was never all that impressive, but this movie effectively cuts his fucking balls off. To continue the wrestling analogy, in Mexican lucha libre there’s no worse insult than taking another luchador’s mask away from them. That’s literally what they do to The Shape in this film.

But then, maybe the only thing that can really kill him for good is a tepid sequel, just like the 2010 Nightmare on Elm Street remake finally put Freddy Krueger to sleep. If this truly be the end, then good riddance to bad rubbish.

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“(Thanks to the excision of 1981’s Halloween II from this timeline, the characters have no direct relationship, and the events leading to them crossing paths in Halloween 2018 are pure happenstance. Watch it again.)”

Nooooooooo thanks!I’ll just take your word for it, if you don’t mind.

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“Overall, this is the second-best film in Green’s trilogy [damning faint praise]. It’s not as good as the stellar Halloween (2018), but it’s better than the “Evil dies tonight!” nonsense of Halloween Kills.”

Then again, Halloween Kills was not so much a bridge as it was a glorified placeholder between the first and third installments.

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“A decision that’s made in the final act is one of the smartest and most rational things to ever happen in this film franchise.”

Which of course raises the question of how come no one ever thought of it in the intervening 45 years. I mean it, too; the climax is so rushed it makes way too many people across the decades look like complete fucking idiots.

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“ … sometimes we end up with the finale that we need … especially for the people of Haddonfield, they just want the nightmare to be over at this point and move on with their lives.”

That’s not at all a bad point to make; too bad we’re not give much reason to care about the Haddonfield folks, whoever they may be. The town’s population seems to consist of killers, casualties, survivors, and the anonymous crowd that spontaneously materializes at the end of each film.

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“Halloween Ends kicks off with a whole flashback sequence recapping the entire story so far.”

It says at a lot, or rather very little, about this movie that by the time it’s over I’d completely forgotten about the opening recap.

“ … it is actually delightful to see Curtis get to flex her comedic muscles for a while, delivering some genuinely funny moments that should add fuel to the fire of her recent comments about wanting to do another Freaky Friday.”

Better yet, she should do Freaky Friday the 13th.

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“Halloween Ends is brutal in the best ways. Not only do we get to experience Michael Myers doing what he does best, but weirdly enough, almost all the kills were of people who were incredibly unlikeable [sic].”

Is hiding out in a sewer for four years and having a male babysitter make him his little bitch what Michael Myers does best? Also, while there’s something to be said for an asshole character getting their comeuppance, ask yourself this: if the only victims are all assholes, what motivation is there for stopping the killer?

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“The ending itself — the big goodbye to the iconic Michael Meyers, is sober and satisfying. Without spoiling the how, I can say that The Shape’s death in this certainly seems final.”

“Final” like the time he was fucking beheaded?

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“As for Curtis, it seems like she’s finally come to some sort of hard-won peace over her role in horror herstory.”

“Herstory”?! Would you do me a favor and go suck a bag of baby dicks?

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“ … this film feels less like a sendoff to Laurie and more as an origin story for Corey.”

Worse still, when it’s all said and done it’s a send-off for Corey as well, so why even bother with him?

“Given that there are audiences who do enjoy these three lesser installments in the franchise, Halloween Ends is sure to find its champions, as some viewers are just happy to see that Michael Myers and Laurie Strode are back on the big screen.”

Regardless of however briefly they are onscreen.

'Halloween Ends' Review: Toxic Romance, Motherhood, & An Iconic Villain Collide In This Horror…David Gordon Green has concluded his "Halloween" trilogy with a bang, and "Halloween Ends" is one of the best horror…dmtalkies.com

““Halloween Ends” is one of the best horror movies of the year. Let’s start this review with that. I don’t consider myself a “Halloween” connoisseur …”

Yeah, someone who clearly wouldn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground is not a “connoisseur” of anything.

“I don’t know if it was the high after watching Rob Zombie’s “Halloween II” … but I absolutely loved “Halloween Ends.””

Well, that explains a lot. On the one hand, literally everything looks better compared to a Rob Zombie movie; on the other hand, if you actually liked Zombie’s Halloween II, you obviously have no judgment whatsoever.

“Green’s “Halloween” and “Halloween Kills” essentially take place over the course of around 24 hours. Therefore, giving a time jump to “Halloween Ends” offers a moment of retrospection and introspection.”

Quite the contrary; this jump cut allows the filmmakers to avoid dealing with the immediate aftermath of the events that took place during those 24 hours.

“As much as I like most of the films in the franchise, except for the first one …”

Like I said, no judgment.

“ … since I care about Allyson and I’m rooting for Corey … ”

Why the hell would you root for a guy who dusts off the tired, old “if I can’t have her no one will”?

“Green takes a little bit of “The Revenge of Michael Myers”, a little bit of “IT”, and even a bit of “Christine”, and concocts the most sickening, slightly supernatural, parasitic, and diabolical version of Michael Myers yet, in my opinion.”

You are aware that Michael does next to nothing in this movie other than letting a male babysitter push him around, aren’t you? If anything, Halloween Ends is closer to A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge than any of those films (or any entry in the Halloween franchise, for that matter).

“Every scene with him and the people he influences genuinely made me gasp, hold my head in shock, applaud, and almost break into tears.”

Oh, so now he’s an influencer.

Film Review: Halloween Ends★★★★☆ David Gordon Green rounds out his trilogy with a definitive ending for the long-running horror series. An absurd…cine-vue.com

“Fears that Ends would repeat the same mistakes [as Kills] are quickly banished with a series-best prologue that succeeds at paying homage to Carpenter as well as being nail-bitingly tense and shocking.”

“Nail-bitingly tense and shocking” though it may be, it’s hard to tell how exactly it pays homage to Carpenter — in a Halloween-related way I mean. Equally difficult to ascertain is how this prologue qualifies as a “series-best” when it would work better as an intro to its own horror story, or even as a standalone short, as opposed to prefacing a Michael Myers/Laurie Strode tale. All things considered, this introduction only serves as a harbinger of doom (as in ‘this movie is doomed to fail’).

“In focussing [sic] on their emotional travails, Ends succeeds in making us care about its three leads.”

Uh, didn’t the filmmakers already have two whole films to make us care about two of the three protagonists? Conversely, another 12 movies would not suffice to make us give a crap about the third main character (I’m not counting Michael because he has been reduced to a glorified extra).

“For all its missteps, Halloween Kills gets it right where it matters: namely, in the final showdown between Laurie and Michael. Their four-decade enmity is finally given figure at once domestic and baroque.”

That would be true if it weren’t a crock of shit. A mere afterthought, to call this “final showdown” anticlimactic is an insult to both climaxes and prefixes.

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