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python333 · 8 months

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im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—”

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece.

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?”

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.”

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.”

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.

It was their stupid accents you hated.

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy?

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up.

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.”

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?”

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.”

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.”

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.”

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?”

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.”

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.”

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.”

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.

“Mhm,” Ghost hums.

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.”

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].”

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?”

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.”

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—”

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.”

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.”

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.”

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.”

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.”

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort.

“Muppet?”

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.”

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.”

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?”

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—”

“Ghost, don’t start—”

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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bonebabbles · 3 months

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Chapter 12: the thunderclannining

GOD I love when people call Clear Sky out. It only ever lasts like 5 minutes but it is as euphoric as the brief, blissful taste of a chocolate-covered raspberry gracing your tastebuds.

"How could you believe that I'm obsessed with being right after all the times I chose not to murder you :( ????"

"I let you eat food in land that you used to just be able to walk into, even though you're disabled! I thought you were eternally grateful :(((( IM LOSING CONTROL!!"

"YOU'RE ABANDONING US BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU DESERVE RESPECT????????"

He feels like the world's worst boss and crappiest father rolled into one monstrous fusion.

There's just one problem with all this catharsis; Thunder is still whining about Star Flower, insisting that she's going to betray Clear Sky. It's frustrating because he is wrong.

Star Flower is a lot closer to another victim of Clear Sky than a manipulator, but the narrative will not ultimately conclude this.

But at NO point does it show her actually manipulating anyone. Not even Thunder. NO she did not "manipulate" and betray him. I am once again reminding everyone that Thunder offered all that information apropos of nothing, against all warnings.

Yet, "betraying" the Clan cats by warning her father of an ambush is so unforgivable that several cats agree she should be chased out of the forest.

All this emphasis on how hurt Thunder is shows that his judgement is clouded by jealousy.

All this Star Flower whinging takes away from Clear Sky being abusive. THAT should be the major issue here. This is an entire book of Clear Sky returning to the same kind of emotional abuse he was displaying back in Thunder Rising, only without murder, and what this LONG AWAITED confrontation ends up spiraling back to is the Father/Son Love Triangle

You can't even get catharsis without some incredibly weird, unpleasant bullshit dripping into it.

Im glad that Thunder has finally come to the point where he's rejecting the dumbass statement he made when they killed One Eye together, where he was gushing about, "We're not like One Eye and never have been <3" Yes. Clear Sky IS like One Eye-- a weaker version of him, someone who got out-dictator'd and needed to call in the OTHER cats to ambush him and win his group back.

but again this is meant to be his jealousy speaking. Not straight facts. He JUST had a confrontation with Star Flower about her daddy issues and he's saying that Clear Sky fits them.

CRY ABOUT IT!!!! GET BOOHOO'D LOSER! CRY ME A RIVER AND DROWN IN IT

"I always end up alone waaaaaah!!!" fucking when in your life have you ended up alone? Someone was ALWAYS behind you to hand you a binkie and a safety blanket. When you didn't have a massive group of violent rogues to back you up, the moor cats always took your sorry ass in and clapped at you for doing the bare fucking minimum. People always nonsensically stood by you because the plot demands it, after you get them and dozens of their friends injured and killed

Here comes the binkie and the safety blanket, btw

In a good series this would have been her intentionally manipulating him, bringing out his worst traits again, encouraging him to be the worst version of himself as he once again ignores all good advice.

But Star Flower never did anything wrong. She never DOES anything at all. She's JUST Clear Sky's controversial wife that Thunder has to "get over himself" about, an item to cause conflict, a mate extra supportive of him because he "deserves" to have someone by his side unlike all the other times where people were by his side.

The pack of 3 dogs that mauled you to death wasn't enough. I wish they had guns

#WORTHY OF HIM.............#WORTHY OF THE FILTH UNDER MY FOOT #who the fuck thought this was a good romance im throwing up #Star Flower GET OUT OF THERE!!!!#OH MY GODDD #dotc hate #bones reads dotc #clear sky

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sorrelchestnut · 9 months

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finally saw Good Omens 2

...and I don't want to shit on something that people seem to have liked(???), so like, please by all means hit "J" on keyboard to skip to the next post and ignore my ranting, but...

holy fuck what a mess. I think Witcher Netflix S2 was better plotted and with more understandable characterization. I mean that genuinely, this is not angry sarcasm. That plot hinged on characters traveling hundreds of miles on horseback overnight, and it still made more sense.

I'm not even angry about the ending - I mean, yes, I am, but not because it's a downer or a cliffhanger or not what I wanted, I'm angry because it makes no sense. If you're going to write a long-delayed sequel to a beloved piece of media, the absolute bare fucking minimum is to not immediately ignore all of the character development of one of the main characters without a word of explanation as to why you're regressing them. The rest of the plot was nonsensical with the worst pacing I've ever seen, but THAT is the part that left me so incredibly frustrated. Why even write if you dislike one of your main characters so much? I don't understand.

There were a lot of things I liked. The overall A-plot was interesting, what little of it actually happened on screen, Aziraphale and Crowley were charmingly codependent and weird as always, and Crowley's big speech at the end was genuinely one of the finer bits of acting I've ever seen DT do which is saying something. (I was almost grinding my teeth from frustration at that point and I still almost teared up because he sold it that hard.) Crowley's farcical attempt at an American accent was brief but memorable. Shax was a genuine delight.

But also, my husband fell asleep for almost the entirety of one of the six episodes, and didn't miss anything. Literally. Nothing happened that actually mattered to the story or characters in any sense in the ninety percent of the episode he slept through. And that wasn't even the only one! There were about three episodes - again, out of six - where you could sleep through most of the middle and not miss anything that actually mattered to the main plot of the season. Three times!

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens critical #please tell me i tagged this thoroughly enough for the blacklist folks

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undergroundbillions · 3 months

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Reblogged the post again about people wanting to make a new Raggedy Ann show, and boy do I have more thoughts!

I will. I admit. Sort of vague posting about specific ideas I've heard but at the same time I mean this to be a general statement and not criticism of anything in particular. It's just a trend that frustrates me.

What I see in a lot of suggested adaptations is a wide departure from not only superficial ideas of the characters and plot, but core themes that made up the very idea of the franchise. They were always, from the beginning, a little girl's toys brought to life with the imagination of her and her father, and when I see many concepts removing Marcella or any form of family from the story altogether, it makes me sad.

Because it marks the shift from the Raggedies as dolls who are alive, to the Raggedies as characters who also happen to be dolls.

In my personal opinion, that is one of the main issues plaguing the raggedy media that released post-70’s. People saw the two siblings themselves as the marketable entities, and the rest didn’t matter. It contributes to the flanderization of the characters and the stories as a whole, each generation of media getting us farther and farther away from the original concept as they pick only the most marketable bits. Natural selection via capitalism. Diluted into abstraction. Raggedy Ann is a franchise running on fumes at this point, all it has is that vague sense of nostalgia that gets fainter and fainter each passing generation.

It’s a similar thing to what has happened to the Winnie the Pooh franchise, they completely removed Christopher Robbin and most portrayals of the characters don’t go to any lengths to show that they were originally stuffed animals. But at least Pooh and his friends live in their own little fantasy world where removing the humans doesn’t make much of a difference. Raggedy Ann lives in our world.

And I’m not someone who thinks things always have to be exactly the same, I’d love to see new adaptations that play around with the setting!!! And the characters!!! And designs!!! And sure, the later books are more fantastical and usually take place outside in the Deep Deep Woods. But most people don’t even consider them in their plans.

It's clear many people's idea of the franchise is based on the movie, which is fair!!! The movie is in my opinion one of the better adaptations which manages to get the feel and charm of the characters being dolls and follow the themes of Camel With the Wrinkled Knees while still being it's own thing. Just like Gruelle's book it's wandering and nonsensical and goofy and the siblings get thrown from one wacky interaction to the next. It's a piece of raggedy media through and through, but I don't see much attention towards what makes it that way.

And I have to say, unfortunately, that many of these proposals remind me of one infamous piece of raggedy media, the 80's CBS cartoon. And I know the CBS series is bad for other reasons, of course. The writing sucks, the animation is worse, and the voice acting is grating. But. On top of all that, it doesn’t feel like a piece of Raggedy Ann media to anyone familiar with Gruelle’s work. There’s nothing that connects it to any of the franchise besides the existence of these characters, you could just swap them right out and it wouldn’t make any difference.

Same with the Chuck Jones specials. Sure, there are personality traits that follow, but they aren’t anything unique. You could put any characters in there.

Making a piece of raggedy media with no knowledge of what made the original books so timeless, I feel at best, you're going to make something like the Chuck Jones specials, and at worst, the CBS animated series. And to quote mod wowf: "and you're not Chuck Jones".

So. Idk. If you're going to make a proposal for a new piece of Raggedy Ann media, I think one should ask themselves why Raggedy Ann. We've had plenty of adaptations where the answer to that question was "they're popular", and I don't put much more trust in "I like them". It's not a criticism of anyone's specific ideas, I just don't think anyone is going to bother if the thing you're giving them is what they've already grown tired of. The siblings go on silly adventures, sure, but wasn't this originally about a little girl and her poppa who loved making up stories about her dolls? Is that not compelling anymore?

-𝕸𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕯.

P.S. I say this out of affection. I want people's projects to succeed and I want them to be well appreciated by people outside the fandom and I want them to change the public perception of Raggedy Ann for the better! And that's why I have Opinions.

P.P.S. This is about efforts to make an honest-to-goodness licensed Raggedy Ann TV show or similar media. Not fanworks. Make more fanworks always and regardless and don't listen to me.

#raggedy ann #raggedy andy #raggedy ann and andy #raggedy ann and andy a musical adventure

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leviismybby · 6 months

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As a distrustful ocxcanon consumer, in any fandom, if a character has a canon relationship or is very related to character X, I try to stay away from making Selfship with them.

Even though I see that Levi doesn't have a love interest in canon, so I do Selfship with him and consume content about them, including your articles, some shipper say that even though Levi ships are not canon, there is actually a subtext in their relationship, and they claim that Isayama doesn't show it openly because he is afraid of the fans. Or they say that even if that ship is not canon, Levi cares about character X more than anyone else, and that he would have so much compassionate feelings for him that he would drive humanity to hell.

Even though I thought they were just exaggerating and I ignored them, this last statement impresses me because in canon, Levi's actions and the fact that half of the character arc is about character X, and also the side materials, Va's, Isayama interviews, whenever Levi is mentioned, I feel like half of it is always about X, and I feel like they're always trying to insert X somehow. Yes, Levi doesn't have a canon romantic relationship, but I have a hard time imagining him as an independent, equal man based on these things, and I have a hard time building scenarios about him. Sorry for writing so much nonsense. One thing I want to say is that I envy your guys for not worrying about it and having fun with your own content. I wish I could be like your guys and not worry about it so much and have my own fun.

Anon your feelings are valid and I completely understand that it can get frustrating. It bothered me when I first got into the fandom and I don't shy away from that fact. 🤷🏼‍♀️

However, Isayama has never been the one to shy away from making his actual couples canon, never. 'Subtext' being something shippers use doesn't surprise me at all, since most of the times it's nothing. Using subtext for a ship is dumb, I said this before, If we go by subtext, hell even Eren and Levi can be read to have something romantic in that sense which,of course, they don't haha.

As for the interviews, Isayama's editor himself told the fans not to take interviews as strictly canon and any actual interview I have heard from Isayama, he never talked about Levi with anybody in a romantic way. As for the side materials, there's again, nothing romantic about it. Hell, there are side materials for every single Levi "ship", shippers often just choose and pick what they want from these materials, anon. And Va's interviews are interesting because Levi's VA apparently stated at one point that he thinks Erwin and Levi aren't even friends, just comrades. Most interviews on here are badly translated or shippers just pick and choose what they want to hear and twist words.

I'll assume that when you say "X" you're talking about Erwin and I can't deny that Erwin was a very important person to Levi and his death was one of the main plots of the story, however, this isn't by any means because Levi was in love with Erwin or had some sort of secret romantic relationship going on with him or because Erwin was Levi's "most important" person. Levi saw Erwin as a guiding light for his strength, he believed that Erwin can show him how to help people, save humanity. They both had so much respect for each other. He was his friend and comrade, that's a strong relationship but not at all a romantic one. Levi's character arc was never about Erwin, if you think that way, maybe you should pay more attention to the canon manga and the anime instead of listening to what people on the internet say anon, Levi is his own character, it was never about Erwin only.

Levi is his own character, he cares about all of his friends and comrades equally. So anon, you should have fun, let yourself enjoy Levi's character because he doesn't have a love interest because the simple truth is, if Isayama wanted Levi to have something romantic with Erwin, Hange, Petra, whoever. He would've done that but he didn't because again, Levi doesn't have a lover and doesn't need one.

#levi #levi ackerman #aot levi #attack on titan #captain levi #levi attack on titan #Erwin Smith #anonymous asks

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demonicintegrity · 6 months

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episode four was fun. I love these two story set ups to break up an episode focusing on one plot. It's a fun device.

I also love that even fun/more comedic episode have little details that can get to you.

Anya crying in her bed being one of them.

I felt for the poor girlie. Cuz nothing sucks more than trying your best to improve and still not making strides. Nothing sucks like not being enough even when you're truly trying your best. And Anya does try! And she has real passion for doing this for the mission! She's gotten tutored by Yuri, homework help with Loid and Yor, and genuinely tries to study now and again. She wants to succeed and she's not. And I truly think she was crying out of frustration, that kinda let down sucks at any age, imagine being like four or five and feeling the weight of world peace at the same time. Girlie has stress.

And @piracytheorist had a good point as well, Anya doesn't want to be separated from Becky. And considering the thought was enough to make her cry in front of Damien earlier, that probably was why she was so upset. Anya was taking the fact that she was the bottom of the class in stride for a while, but being hit with the fact that now it has upsetting consequences she can better grasp has got to hurt. Like mentioned by piracytheorist, Becky is the only one in her corner when it comes to being bullied. And as I've mentioned before, Becky is truly the only one giving Anya a chance to be a child with no world peace nonsense attached. Loid's not doing it intentionally, but Anya does a lot for the mission. But with Becky it's just to be a kid/just to have friends. Like wanting to understand shipping and romance in the beginning of the episode.

(Side tangent, I think Anya and Yor truly are the neurodivergent representation that hits home. Anya insistent about being friends with her bullies as well as struggling with school despite best efforts, and Yor not grasping the social cues and the office and celebrating when she is being normal.)

Speaking of Yor, absolutely adored her wanting to help Frankie during her lunch break. I love having Yor's genuine love for being helpful and doing good hammered home. I also think Frankie is insane for just mentioning all of his inventions so casually to a civilian. Also having those cat decoys just out. How is the secret police not notice and flag that shit omg.

That being said, Frankie so insistent on pursuing various ladies hes interested in despite being a spy is such an interesting contrast to Twilight. Potentially to the point of being a foil even. Twilight is not doing this because he's interested in Yor or so he says. In fact, he's pretty staunchly done things only for the mission practically ever. That's what he's devoted to above all. In his intro back in s1 we see him easily toss relationships for the mission aside afterwards. Because he's not personally invested and doesn't seem to allow himself to be very often. He even tells Nightfall explicitly that personal feelings aren't to get in the way of the job.

And yet we have Frankie. Who's fairly committed to dedicating time and even company resources to ladies because he genuinely fancies them. And I think that's part of what makes Frankie such an interesting character to put again Twilight. Where Twilight is so for the mission 100% of the time, he doesn't allow himself the connections that makes doing these things worth it. Humans are social creatures, we're meant to have close friends and even partners if that's what interests you.

Twilight does do this for people. But for the betterment of countries and to make kids happy isn't very tangible. That's why you have real people you're connected to in mind. Nightfall, Yor, and Yuri all do and that's what drives a passion. I think Frankie does pick up these connection through romance. Which is exceptional given that his presence is not permanent. He and Twilight very well could be meant to move far away once Operation Strix is done, and he couldn't bring any date along most likely. And he's not dumb, he probably knows this very well.

But allows that time and passion anyways because connections are important. Plus, it's good to have a social life outside of work.

Just the way characters value others has been interesting to me. And I think it's crucial to story as well. The horrors of war are in many many episodes, but despite that there is still love for each other. And that's what drives the desire from the main cast to do what they do in the name of protecting each other.

#spy x family #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #Frankie Franklin #sxf anya #sxf loid #sxf twilight #sxf yor #sxf frankie #sxf s2e4 #dont mind the ping nfsdjkadsf

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imagine part viii

imagine: form a mental image or a concept

plot: you didn’t know what you were getting into when you turned your hobby into an actual career on f1. based on Lewis’ “imagine” tweet.

Saturday May 7, 2022

"again"

All you wanted was to wake up believing yesterday was a nightmare that you couldn’t escape the grasp of. When you finally decided to check your phone, you were reminded that it wasn’t a nightmare but a reality. The numerous missed calls and texts only added to your stress because you hated others worrying about you. All the text read about the same “Are you okay?” “Please explain what happened?” “What’s going on?” Thousands of thoughts ran through your mind reading the same messages repeatedly. There was nothing for you to explain, though. The video told it all; you couldn’t comprehend why people needed further context. If that weren’t enough, nothing you ever did would.

You scrolled through the countless missed calls and texts of those worried about you. It was time to face the music and calm the nerves of others, even if yours were through the roof. You didn’t have any energy to return phone calls because if the video weren't enough to even the ones who cared for you, nothing would do. You sat in a chair for minutes typing up a text that would be short but reassuring. You shook your head in frustration after typing up a lie. You could only hope that a lie would get everyone off your back. Almost instantly, replies were coming in. It was overwhelming, so you turned your phone on Do Not Disturb until you felt ready to talk again.

The walk through the Paddock was tense. You didn’t know if it was all in your head or if the feeling of people staring at you was happening. What caught you most by surprise were the looks from team members. You looked around, hoping to see a famous figure or just anything other than you that people were looking at. To your disappointment, there was not, only you and a few other people walking around, and they were also glancing at you. That trek toward the media center felt like hundreds of miles. "This is going to be a long weekend " was all you could think while heading towards the media center.

You could feel a sudden shift in the room as you walked in to find a seat. You couldn't tell if you imagined it, but it seemed as if everyone was further away from you than usual. And as you found your seat, it only felt worse. All the reporters’ reactions didn't surprise you; you knew the second you sent out that tweet, the dynamics would split even further. If their goal was to get under your skin, they were starting to succeed. You had to try and put it behind you because you had a job, just like everyone in that room.

Qualifying flew by, and the only shocking outcome from qualifying was the order of the top three; you expected it to be in reverse. If you could ever get to it, that was something you planned on highlighting in your post-qualifying article. Being overwhelmed affected your work. Pieces were now on the backlog, which wasn’t normal for you, and you hoped no one would notice. You watched Charles, Carlos, and Max enter the media center for their post-race qualifying interviews, but you could not care less now. You had no questions for them because you knew they’d give the same generic responses.

Get asked about Red Bull (even after qualifying first), have to praise them, then talk about your team. “They are extremely quick in straight lines. We are quick in the corners, and it will be a tight challenge tomorrow. And hopefully, we'll come back on top.” Or Carlos being asked if he’d finish behind his teammate because he’s ahead in the championship and has to say nonsense to avoid making a cheap headline. “No, the consideration is that we are teammates and that we want to score a one-two for the team independently of who is ahead or behind.” It was the same energy, just in a different country. You used that time to write about practices two and three.

You were about to publish practice two and three articles when your wrist vibrated. You looked at your watch to see Ashlyn had been calling you for the third time. You were so zoned out that you missed the first two calls. Friends and family knew not to contact you during press conferences, so you automatically assumed the worst. You quickly stood up and began heading to the nearest exit until a microphone was in your face. You hadn't realized there was a final call for questions, and your standing up made them believe you had one more. "Oh, sorry, I have nothing to ask. I have to take an important call," you apologized for the confusion.

"You hadn't looked up once since the drivers walked in. Can't wait to see what was so important," someone roared, causing the room to erupt in laughter. The words stopped you in your tracks. You looked around the room and found the person who made the statement. There were so many things you wanted to say but chose against giving them a reaction.

You just shook your head and turned to walk away, not before catching the puzzled looks of Charles and Carlos

You called Ashlyn back, worried something was wrong back home. “Are you alright? You’ve been behind on your work, and that’s not like you,” Ashlyn said after the first ring. Of course, she noticed, you thought. You explained the situation to her, and she did nothing but listen. Hours had passed in your mind, but your phone only showed two minutes on the call. "It will get better with time," Ashlyn tried reassuring you. "I am thinking so, too. Thank you for letting me vent again. I owe you. Tell everyone I love them. You too, of course. Bye."

"Wait, before you hang up, let me say one more thing," Ashlyn said quickly before you could end the call. You had a feeling where this conversation would be going.

"Yeah, go ahead," you said sheepishly.

"I only want what's best for you. Have you thought about taking a break or leaving? We miss you back home. May be right now, you're not cut out for this. I think this life is taking a toll on you. I see it, and strangers online notice the treatment. I love -"

You hastily cut Ashlyn off before she could finish. "Take a break? Not cut out for this? Do you know how hard I worked for this? If you truly knew what was best for me, you wouldn't try me talk me out of what I am doing. I can't believe you right now."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. I'm sorry; please hear me out," Ashlyn pleaded on the other end.

"Oh no, I heard you- loud and clear at that. There's no need to apologize. I listened to how you felt, so now it's your turn." You said it in the coldest tone. A voice that was unrecognizable to Ashlyn.

"I put in twice the work than anyone in that room with me. It's easy to ignore when it's strangers online or people who, from day one, have a vendetta against you. I will not allow you or anyone else to discredit my craft. But from you, I would have never thought. Have a nice life, Ashlyn. Goodbye," were the final words you said to your once best friend before the call ended. You didn't even give her time to backpedal.

You were indeed on your own. Not only did those in the media room not believe in you, but you now knew your best friend didn't either. It was as if things kept falling as the hours went by.

It took you some time to collect yourself after that call. "Did I lose my best friend?" ran through your mind as you headed back to your seat. You were grateful everyone was heading out to the media pits to get a sport before post-qualifying interviews began. You had about 10 minutes of quiet, something you desperately needed.

At that moment, you finally decided it was time to check Twitter. To finally see the aftermath of yesterday. Nothing in your mentions honestly shocked you; people love drama at the expense of others' feelings. Of course, you gained many followers, some verified news personalities who previously would never give you the time of day. You opted to check your direct messages, something you rarely did, to see if people came out of the woodwork trying to talk to you. To the surprise of no one, there had been. It reminded you it was time to do the following cleanse once things calmed down. There was one name that stuck out to you: Lewis Hamilton.

"What the hell? We both have to be following each other for you to send me a direct message," you mumbled to yourself when you opened the message. You had to make sure it was him, so you clicked on the account. It was Lewis, with his profile saying Follows you. Your head started spinning when you looked at the message. He wrote, "I know this is unexpected, but I felt the need to reach out. I've seen the video and noticed your treatment in the media. I want to check in when you have a moment. Take care of yourself, okay?"

You couldn't believe what you read. Was Lewis making time to speak with me? Was the busiest man on the Paddock is checking in on me? But it wasn't just that direct message from Lewis Hamilton; it was someone finally asking, "how were you doing?" Everyone knew how kind of person Lewis was. His constant messages of reassurance and hope he gave others shouldn't shock you, but "why me?" is all you could think of. You were typing a reply before seeing the time. You had about less than five minutes before the pit interviews started.

You stood in the media pits going through the motions. Every driver that passed meant one step closer to leaving this Paddock. You were trying your hardest to look interested and engaged, but you didn't even have the energy to ask a single question. That all changed when the final driver arrived, Lewis. He knew of yesterday's ordeal, and his tone of answering questions made everyone painfully aware.

Listening to them stumble over their questions to not rock the boat brought you a little enjoyment. Even for a few minutes, they got to experience the pressure you had been battling for months. You let out a light chuckle that no one seemed to notice.

The questioning went quickly, per usual, but this time it was different. You could tell others had questions, but the guilt ate at them. Lewis' team PR person looked around the circle and asked for final questions.

“I have a question,” Lewis said. His words caused stunned looks from his PR person and media members; it was out of the ordinary. Lewis said your name, making everyone turn to face you immediately. Your heart rate rose when Lewis said, “What are you back there smirking about? Did I say something funny?” in a joking voice while raising an eyebrow.

Attention being drawn your way caught you off guard and you couldn’t think of a verbal response. So you tilted your head a bit and gave Lewis that look that people like you two universally understood. Your face reads, “You know these people are uncomfortable, right?” You watched Lewis quickly nod, “yes.” He was aware of what he had been doing the whole time.

“I’m just joking. I hope you’re well,” Lewis said in a now calm voice. The tension in the air eased for everyone else, but that fog formed again for you. “I am, Lewis. Thank you for asking again.” A glimmer in Lewis’ eyes and a slight smirk appeared after you said, “again.” Your response reassured him you had seen his direct message. “You take care of yourself, okay.” Unlike the direct message, Lewis wasn’t asking a question but telling you. His tone was that of someone who cared and would be on the lookout for you. You looked him in the eyes, nodded your head hesitantly, then watched as he walked away. You knew he didn’t believe you, and he was right.

Once he was out of view, you headed back to the media center. A nagging feeling you couldn't shake told you to turn around, and when you did, it was to everyone watching you, murmuring something you couldn't make out. You tried replaying the last few minutes, wondering what you said that could be spun. “Damn it,” you said to yourself, realizing where you made a terrible mistake.

You were about to open the door to the media center but couldn’t face them yet. You could only pray you were overthinking the situation and it would disappear. So you decided against entering and took a walk around the track, something you hadn’t done at previous races. Miami Grand Prix was beautiful, as you saw the sun beaming on the fake marinas. You had missed that electric feeling of what being a fan brought. Not having to hold back your emotions during races because you could look biased. At this moment, you wished you could skip covering the rest of the race weekend to live in the moment, but you couldn't. Or so you thought it was.

The longer you walked, the more your nerves mellowed. You would typically share your adventures with your followers via live videos, but you were trying to stay off social media. You were not feeling conflicted. Continue to avoid social media, neglect the interactions I built over the years, or suck it up and go live. The latter felt right because your audience didn’t deserve to be forgotten because of the actions of others. So you sent out a quick tweet: “Want to walk the Miami track with me? IG live in less than 2 minutes!” purposely leaving out your handle name.

You did little talking on the live besides occasionally answering where you currently were on track. To your surprise, the comments were all going well, and you believed no one had noticed your mistake. The sun was setting, and you left your sunglasses, which became your sign to end your live. You were about to do a sign-off when you heard two voices excitedly calling your name. You turned around and greeted the two girls dressed in Mercedes hats and shirts. You did not know how to react because this was your first time being recognized. One girl showed you her phone; they were watching your live video. The interaction brought you a joy you couldn’t explain.

“Aww, this is a first. Do you guys want to say hi to people watching?” The two girls quickly waved and dropped their social media handles, which you had no problem with. Of course, the handles were creative names that incorporated Mercedes or Lewis.

“I'm not beating these Mercedes allegations” ran through your mind but you didn't care in that moment. Two strangers being happy to meet you brought you so much joy. The girls asked for a photo, another first for you. Without hesitation, you agreed, placing your phone down and taking a few selfies. They were satisfied with the pictures and were about to walk away when one girl said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” you nervously agreed, praying she wouldn’t ask what you were trying to avoid. “What did you mean about ‘again’ when Lewis asked if you were doing okay?” Your heart rate rose because of what you didn't want her to ask. She did. “It was nothing. Just check in on others, that’s all,” you stammered out, hoping it would be enough to please the question. The two girls could sense your discomfort and said, “I understand. I guess the internet was reaching. Thank you again; it was a pleasure to meet you. Take care of yourself,” the girl said as they both walked away.

You tried collecting yourself before remembering you were still live. You picked up your phone and said, “Sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoyed seeing the track. Until next time.” Before exiting the live, a comment caught your eye, “I was waiting for someone to ask about her saying again!"

All you wanted was a hot shower and to sleep; grabbing your belongings from the media room was the only thing stopping you. You didn’t have the energy to be bothered by anyone in the room. As you entered, no one seemed to notice you, so you could begin packing up without problems. It felt almost too good to be true… and it was. A woman who has never spoken to you tapped you on the shoulder. So you put on a fake smile and asked the woman, “Can I help you with anything?” The woman had a devious look.

“Can we sit down for a minute? I want to talk with you.” You nervously sat down with the woman, expecting some juvenile prank to happen. “First, how are you?” the woman asked, causing you to panic immediately. Something was up, but something told you to play along. “I am okay. Do you need anything from me? I am trying to head back to my hotel.” “I was just trying to get to know you and-”

“Bullshit, I’ve been here for months, and no one has attempted that. I’ll ask you one more time, what do you need?” You hastily cut the woman off.

“Okay, few around here were wondering if you and Lewis had a thing. When we, I mean they, watched your interaction earlier and were curious. Especially with your response. I am sure you don’t and would love to put an end to it all. Everything is off of the record, by the way. Just between us two.”

“Are you serious right now? Did you hear yourself? There’s no record.” You now spoke loudly for the whole room to hear. The woman was now shushing you to lower your voice but to no avail.

“I don’t appreciate you all trying to spin stories on me. Like everyone in this room, I have a job to do. There’s nothing for me to put an end to because there’s nothing there. I thought I left high school close to a decade ago.” You wanted to say much more but couldn't get the word out. You grabbed your bags and headed for the nearest exit. As you walked towards the gate, you knew a story would be written and had to get ahead.

You found a seat and began typing up what happened in your notes, fighting back the tears.

“Let me get ahead of this before things spin. A few minutes ago, I planned on leaving the media center to head back to my hotel. A fellow reporter wanted to ask me a question. I knew something was up but hoped to be proven otherwise. This woman was polite at first until she felt the need to say everything I said would be off the record, but there was no record. The woman asked if I had some personal relationship in the Paddock, which isn’t true at all. Someone finally treated me like a human, and the reporters assumed something was up. They are trying to create more false narratives. I know I’ll type all of this; still, people will believe what they want, and I have to accept that. Treating people with kindness is all I ask.”

“I am aware of the games being played. I am here to do a job and want the same respect I give everyone else, but I don’t believe I’ll ever see it,” you tweeted with screenshots of what you just typed. You debated on turning off the replies but left them on. You had nothing to hide and wanted to let people show their true colors.

“Whatever happens, happens,” you told yourself.

It was close to one in the morning, but you couldn’t stop scrolling through your mentions. Your image was being tarnished hour by hour. So you locked your phone and relived the last few days in your head. You wanted to blame someone, but you didn't know who. "Maybe this wouldn't have happened if I had followed the norm. I wouldn't be in this situation if I had kept my mouth shut on day one. What if Lewis never spoke to me?" “Lewis,” you remembered you never responded to any of his messages. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and went to your direct messages. He had sent a second message just minutes ago.

You typed and deleted so many responses because nothing felt right. You didn’t want to appear emotional or fragile, telling Lewis how much his words meant. You didn’t want to make him feel guilty for being his genuine self. Yes, he’s human, but he’s still a highly profiled figure in F1, a sport you loved. He raced in the morning; the last thing you wanted was for Lewis Hamilton to be worried while driving 220KPH.

You debated not responding as you’ve done to so many others, but he deserved a response this time.

“No, I should thank you. I cannot convey how much I appreciate you for asking. It means more than you’ll ever know right now. I realize I cannot control how people try to spin an encounter. Whatever happens, happens. Please don’t worry about me, Lewis. Have a nice night ... well, morning. Also, don’t you have a race to prepare for tomorrow afternoon?"

You knew Lewis meant well, but it did not prepare you for what was coming your way.

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author's notes: have to proofread this again. sorry i took forever, forgive me!

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#lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fanfiction #fanfic #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton fanfictions #fanfics #imagine by writinginfinte

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marinsawakening · 12 days

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The Kara Kara Bazaar flashback in Breath of the Wild is so bad, it drives me up the wall it is SO BAD there is like, nothing redeemable about it. It's a load-bearing memory that supposedly shows the fundamental turning point in Link and Zelda's relationship, but completely fails at actually being any of that not just because it's shallow, but also because the events it portrays don't actually. Make any sense as a turning point in Link and Zelda's relationship.

First: the memory is shallow. It shows Zelda running from Yiga bandits before being saved by Link, after which we linger on a shot of her shocked expression. That's it. That's... all there is to the memory that's supposed to be the turning point in Link and Zelda's relationship. This is a completely ineffective use of a memory slot; it gives so little information it's practically useless. Without the added context added by the diary and the little memory summary, it's very possible someone casually playing the game might not even realize it's supposed to be the turning point in Link and Zelda's relationship. This could've easily been fixed by simply adding a bit of dialogue and/or expanding the scene, showing Zelda awkwardly thanking Link or having a short talk with Urbosa about him or something. It still wouldn't have been a great scene, but it would at least not be quite as offensively bad.

Second: the memory being shallow is especially egregious because it's 1) very important to the story, and 2) placed in such a way as to be practically unmissable. As previously stated, this scene is load-bearing, and gives too little information to actually successfully bear that load. But this is especially frustrating because the Kara Kara Bazaar flashback is one of the few memories you're all but guaranteed to get. Everyone who wants to enter Gerudo Town first needs to go to Kara Kara Bazaar to get the vai outfit, upon which they'll certainly see the glowing memory circle. This is the only memory positioned at a plot-important location. For all the other memories, you will either run across them by accident or have to actively try to get them; the Kara Kara Bazaar flashback is handed to you on a silver platter, and yet rather than trying to cram as much information as possible into their one memory practically every player is guaranteed to get, they waste it on a mediocre action scene. It is infuriating, and inexcusably incompetent.

But I've talked about Breath of the Wild's failure to distribute information before; the problems with the Kara Kara Bazaar flashback are arguably the worst in the whole game on that front, but fundamentally nothing unique. What I do think is unique about this memory is that it's not just bad for being shallow. It's bad for being nonsensical within the narrative.

Why did Zelda dislike Link when she first met him? Because he reminded her of all her perceived flaws and failures. Zelda is someone who has consistently failed to live up to her destiny and who is starting to feel that pressure more with every passing day; by contrast, Link is someone who has seemingly thrived in his destined role, excelling at everything he should've. Zelda projects her own insecurities onto Link and lashes out at him because he is everything she should be, but isn't. That's why she initially dislikes Link.

So then why, exactly, would seeing Link do his job decrease this dislike?

Link is her bodyguard. He is tasked with her protection. Saving her from Yiga bandits is literally his job. In addition, (sword) fighting is the primary area in which Link has to excel in order to fulfill his role as the destined hero, chosen by the sword of evil's bane. Why would seeing Link excel in his role, once again, temper Zelda's disdain for him when excelling is exactly why she feels threatened by him? If anything, you'd expect this incident to exacerbate Zelda's insecurities, not put them to rest.

Yes, Link saved her life. Yes, when people save your life, you are normally grateful and willing to talk to them. But on a narrative level, you'd expect any turning point in Zelda and Link's relationship to address the reason Zelda disliked Link to begin with, i.e. her insecurities and unfounded belief that Link was thriving in his role, which Link saving Zelda's life does not do.

What does address these insecurities and this belief is the diary entry describing Link and Zelda's conversation after this event, but that is a diary entry, not a memory. It is not a given that players will take the time to sit and read Zelda's diary, if they even find it in the first place. If you simply watch the memory cutscenes, the switch flicked in Link and Zelda's relationship after the Kara Kara Bazaar memory is abrupt and confusing, which is bad. You should not be relying on additional material to make the basic story of your game make sense. The Kara Kara Bazaar flashback, fundamentally, does not do its job in the narrative.

And furthermore: even taking that diary entry into account, I just think it's lame. Having Link save Zelda is an extremely lazy way to handle this turning point in the narrative. It's basic, predictable, boring, and meaningless. Sure, someone saving your life means you'll probably be willing to give them a chance and talk to them. But this says nothing about Zelda as a character; this is the default reaction any reasonable person would have to someone who saved their life. It's not an interesting idea or an interesting scene. You could swap Zelda for a generic cardboard cutout character and this scene would probably go the exact same way. That's not a good thing.

Even a very minor tweak would've made this scene infinitely more interesting: have Link fail (or almost fail) to save Zelda. Have Link come in as the big hero, only to get overwhelmed by an attack from the back or straight out beaten in a fight. This would shatter Zelda's perception of Link as the perfect hero who is everything she isn't, challenging her preconceived notions of him and addressing her insecurities. Seeing him fail in some way rather than succeed would simply be a much more effective way to do this scene, and it's so obvious that I honestly struggle to come up with a good faith reason why they wouldn't have chosen to go that route.

So yeah: Kara Kara Bazaar flashback bad.

#my posts #botw #loz #i SAID i'd do a rant about the kara kara bazaar flashback and here it is #it drives me up the wall why did they make ANY of the writing choices they did with this. chewing on drywall

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The mental imagine of the other Anastasia endless gathering together for the first time after the overthrowment. Seeing the damage, the new despair, and the moment of comfort in the pain when they all come together…..and the cold realization that of the empty space within them. What were their reactions, when, for their one of their own was beyond their reach?

Thank you for the ask! I'm not going to write this one out fully, I don't think, since the core of the story will be mostly the POVs of Hob, Dream, and Gilbert - so here's a little summary of what the Endless are dealing with at the time!

(Masterpost for the AU is here - and tagging @10moonymhrivertam, @martybaker and @globglobglobglobob!)

At first, the Endless all hope Destiny can provide them with some guidance, but there are only scraps and single pages of his book left, and he seems disorientated, almost helpless, without it.

Even though Death is only the second-oldest, she more or less takes on a head-of-the-family position (in part because Destiny really isn't up to the task at the moment, though the two often sit together and try to piece something together from the scraps of his book). She's the one to call them all together, and tries her best to ensure they don't lose hope/are safe from further attacks.

Desire is absolutely distraught. In this AU, they didn't have a hand in Dream's fishbowling and weren't vortex-plotting, so this came completely out of the blue for them. They might've contemplated a bit of scheming here and there in the past but - they never would've wanted anything like this, and the loss of their realm and powers is hitting them hard. (Though not as hard as the loss of their twin's past aspect, of course...) I did give them a family in Unity as their consort and Rose and Jed as their children, because I thought it would be sweet, so that's something that is keeping them at least a little more stable.

Despair's new form... struggles. Everyone fusses over her, even though, in this situation, she's probably doing better than the rest of them - they're all terribly close to despairing, after all, and though she has the memories of her past self, she has never really known any other state of affairs... Still, an Endless being "reborn" this way isn't an easy process even under the best of circumstances, and hers were the very worst.

Delight was driven to become Delirium by the whole affair (you can tell I'm focusing everything bad that happened to the Endless ever onto this one point in time) and is being fussed over just as much as Despair. Her grasp on reality is tenuous at best, and it frustrates her siblings at times - but just as often it gives them some solace when Delirium talks about something silly and nonsensical, or creates something colourful just because she can.

And then, there's the two missing brothers, of course.

Destruction ran away. He's still in existence and not trapped by humans, they know that much, but he refuses to meet up with the rest of them again. (In part because he blames himself for the destruction wrought upon his siblings, and believes they would be better off without him.) They miss him, but have accepted his choice.

Dream, however... they worry about Dream, and feel his absence keenly. They have no word of him, nothing but rumours and stories among the humans, about one of the Endless bound and turned human, and finally killed in that form. They're horrified by the thought of such a thing happening to one of their own, and only moreso that it could've happened to Dream. Many creatures of the destroyed Dreaming have attempted to contact the Endless for help, for any word of their lord... but there's nothing. With their limited powers, with the danger humanity still poses, the Endless can't very well search for Dream - hence why Death has offered the reward of immortality for his safe return. It's the one thing she could think of doing, and it's half to maintain some sense of hope among her siblings (and for herself), to keep the possibility of Dream still being out there alive...

The first time they all sit together Afterwards is especially horrible. Destiny barely a shade of himself, a new Despair, Delirium in the place of Delight - and two empty seats. "Destruction... isn't coming," Death then says, in answer to an unspoken question among them. "Has anyone heard from Dream?" Silence. Endless eyes glancing back and forth among each other, unease only increasing as nobody is speaking. A realisation dawning, in that silence. The sudden quiet understanding that they've lost even more than previously thought...

(Little bonus info I've already put into a snippet I'm working on: the Endless siblings have also been changed by the loss of their powers in some subtle ways, have become a little human-like in some minor aspects. Some need to eat, others need to thermoregulate, or to sleep. It's distressing, the keen awareness of how low they have been brought, even as they are all relatively certain they will regain their usual powers/realms/domains/abilities eventually. They are Endless, after all. Humanity might have torn them down for now, but they have all the time in the world to recover... Hence why the thought of Dream actually being dead and destroyed entirely frightens them a great deal. The thought that this is something that will remain an empty space among them, something that can never return even remotely to how things once were...)

#WyAnswers #WyWrites #anastasia dreamling au #the sandman #sandman comic spoilers #(not really but close enough to tag it to be sure)#poor Endless siblings they're really going through it #and they can hardly even concentrate on coming to terms with their own struggles and suffering #because there's always someone else to worry about too #a sibling that needs looking after #but at least they have each other #or... most of each other.......

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2 downton 2 abbey: THOMAS THOUGHTS

I had to restrain myself from LITERALLY shouting “Thank God, it is my boy!” when Thomas first walked out in his brown suit. (Though there were some talkers in the movie and I vaguely regret not just going for it. But there were some other people who weren’t talking, so I wouldn’t want to add to the talking they heard.)

I was surprised by how emotional I got actually seeing that this time Fellowes had integrated Thomas’s romance plot with the rest of the story. I don’t often get emotional about steps forward in Representation(TM), but this one made my heart squeeze in my chest.

I really liked how they showed how fed up with Downton Thomas was. Would I also have enjoyed if they had gone another direction and had him building happiness there? Definitely! But this felt very real, and I was surprised to find how grateful I was that instead they made the full arc from season 6 to here be Thomas clinging to Downton out of desperation, then being optimistic to change how he relates to it, and then gradually discovering that it’s certainly better but it’s still the same basic place it was and that’s not a place that’s good for his thriving, even with his Bold New Attitude.

I uh, not to be overly whatever, but I feel really represented by that. I’ve developed a Bold New Attitude so damn many times because I believed that sticking it out and not “giving up because it’s imperfect” were the right choices or the healthy choices or the strong choices, and while I can’t say for sure that what I learned from doing that wasn’t worth it... what I learned from doing that was largely that it doesn’t work. And, perhaps more importantly, that other ways of continuing to try are better. A therapist once told me a really great reframing that I don’t goddamn remember the words of, but the gist of it was like “choosing to do/try one thing over another is as much about the thing you’re choosing as the thing you’re setting aside for it” definitely said way better but like. Okay in sum the idea that Thomas “gave up” by leaving Downton is complete anathema to me and it was the complete opposite of giving up, it was trying again.

That being said, it would be nice if, in addition to showing how frustrated he was with Downton, they showed him actively enjoying something about the filming process.

It would also be nice if they had given him a scene each with Baxter and the kids. (I only thought I’d care about the kids, but it turns out I cared about both.) Why Andy scene with kids instead of Thomas?! >:| >:| >:|

I didn’t hate Mrs. Hughes’s approach as much as when I watched it in the uploaded scenes. Big difference is, on the big screen her delivery of “And that’s... sad?” came across pretty differently. It felt more tentative, rather than almost... skeptical. Like perhaps she doesn’t want to assume that’s the sad thing or why. Which in turn made me parse the “brave but lonely” line as more comforting. (Though still, in my opinion, a bit scolding (not quite the right word but I still can’t think of the right one) - I think, honestly, if Mrs. Hughes is judging one of Thomas or Richard as making a worse choice, it isn’t Richard.)

While I still think that definitely wasn’t The Breakup Letter (if nothing else the line “I know it shouldn’t be (sad)” seems nonsensical if it is), I’m open to the interpretation that it was the... nail in the coffin letter. I think his sadness could be read either as sadness about the world and the lives men like him and Richard aren’t allowed to live, or as being about a final door being closed in regards to his and Richard’s romance. However I still think I prefer the first.

In context I actually do understand more why people were frustrated Guy wasn’t working class. The way he was specifically contrasted with Myrna, his ability to play the gentleman as opposed not just to her rudeness but her - rudeness. In the older sense. It made his middle-classness, and the distance between that and working class, seem more salient.

Also hm! Thomas’s reaction to the “Anything? That seems like a tall order,” now in context I’m not positive he understood it was flirty? Because he and the others had just been dealing with Myrna’s bossiness/rudeness, so it could have been an uh-oh moment of “Is he gonna be a Difficult Customer too?” rather than an uh-oh moment of worrying about how Guests go about their flirting. Of course, I still like the second interpretation better for reasons I’ve laid out. But I think they are both plausible.

I really liked Thomas’s hesitancy with Guy, that he takes a while to relax! More than I did, I think, in the collected clips. That being said... their romance was in fact the one plotline that did feel a bit rushed. I do wish we knew how long Guy was there - more than the initially estimated month, but by how much?

I still really like that they settled starting the “working friendship” part of things before starting the romance, to see them start both at once would feel really rushed, but I also still feel that I was cheated out of a kiss dammit.

And lastly: there were people in the theater who didn’t know Guy was into Thomas until the lapel touch. They “ooh”ed. Heh. I wonder how that reveal came across if you hadn’t realized.

#spoilers #DA2 spoilers #DA2 #downton abbey spoilers #thomas barrow #guy dexter

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Rwby V9C2. This time i decided to put all my thoughts down as i watched the episode (i know most folks do this as a massive series of reblogs. No thanks lol)

You know its gonna be a gr8 episode when the very first line is a disingenuous trope aware quip. No wonder at the new world, no anxiety about how to get home. Nope! Just... bland disinterest. Did Joss Whedon join crwby?

I hate Little so goddamn much. Idk if yall read that one teaboot post where they talk about their hatred of Olaf from Frozen but I am reaching that level of irrational fury

As much as I like the uses of sweat drops and pop animation and frustration speech bubbles because they're delightful anime visual tropes... it's wayyy to late to be introducing those now. This would be like adding farting unicorns to The Walking Dead after half the cast was eaten. Again. Once more, I am asking what the fuck the tone is supposed to be here

Why is it called the Ever After? Wonderland rolls off the tongue way better and makes more sense for the name of a new world/dimension/whatever

So glad to be getting the exposition on the girl who fell through the world now instead of any organic weaving into dialogue prior. I love getting my information shoved down my throat all at once

I do actually like them discussing the tale. Different takeaways from the same story are always fun. Wish it could've lasted longer, I really want more conversations between these guys that aren't always directly about the plot

Okay, Weiss's doubts are good to hear. Sound like a lot of the stuff we've been saying, which may or may not be on purpose. Strange she doesn't mention her family at all, though, just the downfall of Atlas. Would've been really interesting to hear her thoughts on her parents and brother

Little needs to die. Now.

Weiss going back and forth between freaking out about the impracticality of their situation and taking charge when impracticality occurs is jarring. Maybe it's the smaller nonsense she can handle and not the big, abstract stuff? Guess we'll see

"I've always wanted to be long, but I'm still small." That's the funniest thing crwby has written in the last 5 seasons and it goes to the worst character. Typical rwby lol

Yang is absolutely intolerable in this auction bit. Knowing she's in a strange and illogical world, her first instinct is to be a cop? I've seen children act less petulant than her. Also, any item bought is probably more easily stolen from the buyer than the racoon, so why isn't that even on the table right now?

Did these idiot townsfolk really not know the gimmick? He's been at this long enough to be immortalized in a fairy tale, and I highly doubt there's enough space in Wonderland for him to never visit the same place twice. Unless everyone's memories get reset after a certain point, they should damn well know the coon is a con

Also that sword looks like it should be in Halo. Guess old habits die hard

Not this fucking Scooby Doo shit again. Can these characters stop interacting with the loop de loop sections before I throw my computer into the sun?

Wait that's Penny's sword? It's ugly as shit why you gotta do Penny dirty like that again

I find Ruby's expression of depression to be highly unbelievable. The excuse for so long has been that she's been hiding her emotions for the sake of everyone else, which is a fair enough point, but now there's not even a token effort. No obviously painful smiles, no jokes she breaks partway through, no overcompensating by hyping up too much. Ruby might as well be the goth girl at the top of the skyscraper from the All Star Superman comic for all the characteristically realistic depiction of depression she has

It worked well enough when she was alone and didn't have to fake for anyone - which is why everyone was so excited for Ruby to finally be free to break - but that was nipped right in the bud, and nothing has grown in its place. It's just... disappointing

#rwde #ngl the racoons outfit reminds me of scalan from critical role except way worse #the coon isnt even all that interesting either. i hate the name his methods are boring the things he wants are too abstract for me to care #conniving/trickster characters can be some of the most fun characters ever and this is how you do it? ugh #also that bumblebee 'moment' isnt in the main text bc i originally sneezed and missed it #which is so fucking funny and depressing on every level #hurrah they ALMOST held hands. something theyve already done several times. someone call the pride parade #this season is already a mess but at least it isn't actively pissing me off like the last season did w actually offensive choices #these are annoying or bad choices at most so far #cant wait for it to get worse lmaoooo

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I think in a way Jex is written realistically in terms of young adults in a relationship banging like bunnies and being so quick to say they are in love with each other, but what’s frustrating is the writers act like Sprina are still in kids or teens who aren’t the same age range as Jex. They write Sprina unrealistically.

Okay well, you're entitled to your opinion, but I've been clear on why Joss and Dex are a dull story for me. I think there should be more to young adult characters and young adult stories than just fucking like bunnies and nothing else substantive. I do think there's more dramatic value to those stories than that.

Nothing wrong with fucking like bunnies, but I personally do need something else, something more to be drawn into a pairing. Some kind of push and pull, some kind of discovery of self, some kind of challenges and stakes.

I do think Trina and Spencer need the space to be alone instead of constantly surrounded by other characters. We aren't getting enough pov from Trina and Spencer about their relationship. It's too much plot, not enough introspection. Which is a bizarre choice because, imo introspection is where Trina and Spencer shine the most because they're strongly defined characters.

But again, I don't want Joss and Dex's writing for them. I don't agree with the idea that adulthood and maturity is only defined by sex. I don't find Joss or Dex to be more mature than Trina and Spencer. They are defined by the writers (seriously, I'm referencing the dialogue of yesterday's ep) as low-budget Jason and Carly and not much else. I am genuine when I say I find it to be devoid of depth nonsense, "realistic" or not.

#gh #im not looking for realism #especially from a soap opera #im looking for good story that is true to the characters and follows some kind of dramatic logi #i wanna be clear #not coming from a prudish place #coming from a 'give me something more interesting than wow young ppl be fucking' place

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Pixar from Worst to Best: #9 The Incredibles

The Incredibles is, well, incredible. I mean, it's in the name. Do I really have to spell it out?

Huh? I do? Well, alright, then.

The Incredibles is an animated superhero movie, and if you know me, you'll know that my two favorite things are superheroes and animation. So, trust me when I say that the movie checks off all my favorite boxes, delivering some fantastic display of powers and great action that is a heightened experience, all because it's animated. No, really. The animation is what sells the superhero thrill in this movie, as there are no limitations to what the director needs because the goal isn't to have an actor do these crazy things. It's to have the animators use their imagination to go all out with what they can do. Though I will admit, the movie is starting to show its age, just a little bit. And I do mean a little, as I can count on one hand the number of scenes that don't look as good as they did in 2004.

But it's not just the animation and superheroes that make The Incredibles a masterpiece. We also have great characters to root for! You understand Bob's desire to be a hero again, even if he can be a bit of a dunderhead when returning to his glory days. Besides, he learns his lesson in the end, and you really feel for him when he reaches his lowest moment. It's Helen who steals the show, though, having understandable frustrations and relatable anxieties, all while being a caring mother who makes the right move in being brutally honest with her kids instead of sugar-coating the truth about how they're dealing with the bad guys. Speaking of the kids, Dash and Violet are cute and fun. They don't have a solid character arc like Bob or the emotional depth like Helen, but they're still entertaining in their own way. Same with Frozone, who's barely in the movie, but I'll be damned if I forget him. But if you want real entertainment, look no further than Syndrome, Pixar's actual best villain, all because of how wild and off the wall he can be when dealing with our heroes. His motivation is pretty standard, but he's definitive proof that all you need for a good villain is personality.

As for the story, it's...probably the weakest aspect of The Incredibles. Not bad by any means, but it's still a pretty generic superhero story, which is funny when you think about it. The Incredibles pokes fun at superhero cliches, yet when you really look at it, it's nothing more than another story about heroes stopping a supervillain from a plot that could endanger many lives. Again, it's not bad, as I'm a sucker for that kind of nonsense, but it's really the characters and the animation making The Incredibles live up to its name. And I think that's more than acceptable.

#the incredibles #pixar #pixar worst to best #what i thought about

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The Shiganshina serum.....

Who else might’ve been interested if the serum had been given not to Armin, as was very controversially the case.......not to Erwin........but to SASHA?

The reason Sasha was declined the injection was because her injuries weren’t serious enough to warrant the potentially lifesaving if still dangerous mutagen. But the fact that it was discussed AT ALL in the chapter/episode proper warrants a second glance.

I am still fucking furious that between Shiganshina and Liberio, Sasha survived injuries that rendered her unconscious only to be axed permanently in her NEXT fucking appearance. That to me is beyond reprehensible. And it made no sense to tease her demise in Shiganshina if that was the plan before that earlier battle unfolded. It’s insulting to us as fans, and it’s a royal fucking narrative screwjob.

What would it have been like if Sasha was turned into a Titan? I mean it’d make sense because.........Sasha and Titans do have one thing in common, their talent for eating whatever they see. Which would’ve made her especially dangerous. And it’d give Sasha an extra layer of protection in the story, I mean if two characters as utterly fundamentally worthless as GABI BRAUN and CONNIE SPRINGER can both survive with such ridiculous plot armor when neither had any reason to last that long........Then fuck it, Sasha the beloved Potato Girl deserved some of her own.

Dunno if Sasha as a Colossal Titan would’ve really made much sense narratively but the Colossal is dangerous regardless of who wields it. And maybe it’d have been less of a waste in her hands instead of Armin’s. Because face it people, Armin shouldn’t possess a superweapon he doesn’t use. The Colossal for such an iconic monster isn’t properly monopolized by this so-called masterpiece.

And if she’d become any of the other Shifters, it’d probably not be so bad for her or Paradis, again they’re dangerous creatures regardless of their wielders. And to fuck with that 13-year curse, if the ending decided it can be magically undone without any further physically consequence, then why acknowledge it as a hindrance to Sasha or the actual canonical shifters?

I dunno, I’m thinking aloud here. But you couldn’t have done worse than All Talk, No Action Armin. He really didn’t accomplish much with the Colossal Titan at all. And for that matter, nothing was accomplished keeping Annie alive for a decade in crystal with her Titan no longer relevant.

Why am I wasting my time writing about a nonsense alternative scenario?

Because I already wrote an entire rant about THAT episode and chapter that ruined Attack on Titan for me.....I haven’t posted it, but I needed to get my frustration out in a slightly more positive way because I cannot afford to fall back into another bitter and depressed mood over a fucking anime right now.

There is no Attack on Titan without Sasha.

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A Good Day to Die Hard (2013)

Live Free or Die Hard a.k.a. Die Hard 4.0 pushed the franchise to this limits but it's a documentary compared to A Good Day to Die Hard. This fifth and final chapter is a dumb, ugly, badly written film populated with templates instead of characters. Thankfully, it's so thin and unmemorable, it passes by like nothing and then exits your memory.

In Moscow, corrupt Russian official Viktor Cagarin (Sergei Kolesnikov) is strongarming former billionaire and government whistleblower Yuri Komarov (Sebastian Koch). Unless Yuri hands over his secret files incriminating Viktor, Yuri will never see the light of day again. When his trial is interrupted by a terrorist attack, Jack McClane (Jai Courtney) pulls Yuri out of the wreckage and they go on the run. Meanwhile, NYPD detective John McClane (Bruce Willis), unaware that his son works for the CIA, travels to Russia to rescue Jack.

Remember how John McClane’s biggest obstacle in the original film was a floor covered in glass? No one in this movie does. There’s “protagonist armour” and then, there’s the forcefield around this man. At various points throughout, John survives two car crashes within the span of ten minutes and walks away from them without even dusting himself off, he pulls a piece of jagged metal shrapnel from his leg as if it’s a wooden splinter, he jumps out of a glass window without hesitation before falling through half a dozen floors of wooden scaffolding and getting up again to keep the nonsense going. If they make another one of these, they might as well have him flying around the city shooting lazer beams from his eyes. Gaining super powers would be the only thing that could happen to a man who emerges from a pool of radioactive water like it’s nothing. Even Superman has well-documented weaknesses. 2013’s John McClane is IN-VIN-CIBLE.

From the director of Max Payne and the writer of Hitman comes a film that doesn’t care about anything and who banks entirely on an audience blinded by nostalgia. When John isn’t arguing with his son and making fun of him for working for the CIA (what?), he’s the living embodiment of “The Ugly American”. Having demolished the first car he’s stolen, he walks in the middle of traffic. He nearly gets hit by a car. The driver gets out, yelling at him. What does John do? He punches this man in the face, yells at him for speaking in Russian - in Russia - and then drives off with his vehicle. This is our hero?

I’ve focussed my thoughts almost exclusively on John because he’s the only character in the film. Well, that’s being generous. He’s more of a collection of sarcastic remarks than an actual human being. Jack is frustrated and determined. That's it. The villains? They’re a joke. Radivoje Bukvić plays a tap-dancing, carrot-eating baddie who's less threatening than Bugs Bunny. He does suceed in making your jaw fall to the floor, which is something but I can’t imagine what anyone was thinking with that nothing of a role.

There are more plot holes than plot in A Good Day to Die Hard. You think I’m joking, but not really. You'll see the twists coming. Character arcs? The closest thing we get to one is Jack shifting from calling his father “John” to “Dad” near the end. For comparison, here's my short list of things that make no sense:

If Yuri Komarov’s super secret file will expose Viktor Chagarin for the crook that he is, why does he want it back? Shouldn’t he just want Yuri dead so he can’t share it?

How can John and Jack - travelling via stolen car - get to Chernobyl nearly as quickly as a helicopter?

When did they invent those magic wands that can spray steam and make radiation disappear? If those exist, why haven’t they cleaned up all of Chernobyl?

Why aren’t there any police in Moscow? At one point, the villains fly a war helicopter through the city, blasting at buildings willy-nilly. We never even hear a single siren down below.

Why did Irina (Yulia Snigir) kill herself to avenge her father?

How are Jack and John supposed to get out of the country when they’re just created a second nuclear disaster by blowing up a safe full of radioactive materials less than twelve hours after engaging in a high-speed chase that saw at least a dozen cars (and their passengers) get squished?

Why didn’t that taxi driver (Pasha D. Lynchnikoff) ever come back?

I distinctly remember the theatrical release of A Good Day to Die Hard. A friend asked me if I wanted to see it with him. I said yes because I knew that at the nearby Futureshop, I could buy a Blu-ray of the original film and with it, get a promo code to see this new release for less than $3. Did paying less enhance my experience? Not really. I paid nothing to see A Good Day to Die Hard a second time and it sucks even more now! (February 11, 2022)

#A Good Day to Die Hard #Die hard #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #John Moore #Skip Woods #Bruce Willis #Jai Courtney #Sebastian Koch #Yulia Snigir #Rasha Bukvic #Cole Hauser #Amaury Nolasco #Sergei Kolesnikov #2013 movies #2013 films

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