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lundenloves · 10 months

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dad!simon headcannons part 2

Oh we all have issues don’t we? The fact this whole dad!simon series is doing so well makes me sit back and grin. We’re all damaged together. Now now, no one go off wandering we must stick together troops. The mystical path of paternal issues is highly dangerous.

These are my 1am thoughts. i need this man biblically.

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This man has the strongest genes of all time. Like his kids look the spit of him, absolute 1:1 replicas. Except they’re little girls like that’s so fucking cute stop i’m putting my weapons down. Head in my fucking hands. FUCK.

His kids colour in his tattoos. And he’ll go to work the next day with like a big fuck off red and blue sleeve, and 141 are all like new ink Lt? Met with a sarcastic narrowed eye nod. Obviously.

You best believe he’s mad sensitive about his girls. Like anytime someone brings them up, he’s straight onto that shit like staring. And it’ll literally be Price saying how sweet they are or smth 💀

When his eldest daughter is like I wanna do the forces too he’s all like absolutely not.

It’s probably like the one thing he’s stubborn on. He loves his job, for him. Not for his daughters. He could talk for days on why it’s not happening.

“Don’t care. Not happening, pet.”

His youngest could not be less interested in the forces. Probably wants to be a singer or something completely unrelated. Simon has no idea how that happened but he’s thankful to whoever is up there in the sky.

The kids be asking him for robux or some dumb asf online money and he’s all like: what i’m spending real money to give you virtual money? No.

Dad Is A Climbing Frame™️

This man could hang like four kids off his arms. Let’s say he has three. One would be hugging around his neck, the other two hung onto his arms by their small hands and legs joined around his biceps. Koala style mf.

You walk in and ignore it.

Usual antics in the Riley household.

Also definitely does push-ups with the kids on his back. They’re roaring laughing at how funny it is to be moved up and down while sitting. just like me fr. All three of them sat on his back when you walk into the living room one morning. “Mornin’.”

School parent nights. Stop. i’ll have to do a whole thing ab this. someone remind me. I just know this man would rather be anywhere else on the planet than at one of those. You however do not let him slip.

“I’m not sleeping, just resting my eyes.”

The kids draw family pictures of him with the mask on. Always a place on the fridge for one of them, slap a magnet on top. Bosh. This also kickstarts an obsession with skeleton things, inspiring many a poorly made halloween costume.

“If they ask you what you’re supposed to be just say a skeleton or summat.”

“But i’m Ghost.”

“You’re a skeleton, kid.”

“Then so are you.” Said with a frown.

Getting told off by his daughters for doing things wrong 25/8. This man cannot cut tomatoes the way they approve of to save his life. “That’s not how mum does it.”

“I’m not mum.”

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marypaol · 18 days

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One With The Wind

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a fear of heights and doesn’t understand what all the hype about flying around is about, until she asks Fred to show her.

Warnings: Playful teasing? Friends to “lovers”, Acrophobia (fear of heights), that’s all I know of.

Note: For the lovely @marriinachoo -I hope this was enough fluff for you! (And I hope you enjoy it- thanks again for requesting!!)

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“I still don’t understand how you guys do that.” The girl said while the two flaming haired boys discussed the famous Wizard game every boy and girl wanted to try (besides her.) Putting a spoonful of food into her mouth, she looked up at the two.

The red head in front of her raised an eyebrow in question, and the replica of him did the same, making her laugh.

“Do what?” George asked.

She waved her utensil in front of her as a way to gesture to the two twins.

“You know, climb on a stick and go into the air in intention of beating a ball to other students; potentially killing them.”

The two boys laughed in unison despite her seriousness, so much so you couldn’t tell the difference between them and their laughs. They both smiled wide, the noise of happiness filling her ears as she watched them. Their heads turning to each other, eyes meeting with a mirror image as they only chuckled harder when the other person made a funny face that set them off.

“First off, love, it’s a broomstick, and we’re Beaters. That’s our job: to beat the ball to the other team?” Fred explained with a teasing smile sitting on his lips.

George chuckled. “I thought you’d know that by now. You’ve been dealing with us since First Year.”

The girl rolled her eyes in response at their teasing words despite the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks from the nickname Fred gave her.

“Whatever it’s called, I don’t know why it gets you guys all riled up. I’d rather watch than fly, thank you very much.”

George shrugged her comment off and turned to Lee Jordan who grabbed his attention, but Fred raised his eyebrow at her. Not in a confused questioning way, but in a teasing manner.

“Really? Rather watch than fly? Blimey.”

The last word was murmured, his wild head trying to comprehend the fact that she would rather stand around a bunch of sweaty teenagers and young children than to feel the wind in her hair as the simple yet powerful excitement of completion roared through her veins.

She shrugged in response, finding nothing of it. “I mean, yeah, because I’m too scared to; I could never.”

Fred made a face. “Scared? To fly?”

She nodded sheepishly. “I mean I can’t name a thing that isn’t scary about it.”

Fred scoffed, and since they were at the end of the table, he quickly got up and swiftly moved next to her, their shoulders brushing.

“Nonsense. It’s very exciting, actually.” He assured gently. He then grabbed his plate from the other side of the table, his silverware now in his hands.

He continued to eat as if her fears were simply silly, something so small she was making so big.

She hesitated before asking for conformation. “Really? But you go so….high.” She fought back a shiver when she said the word but her heart failed, the organ in her chest seeming to stagger out of fear just from the thought.

Fred nodded and turned to her. “You do go pretty high, but when you’re playing the game you don’t really think much of it; you’re distracting yourself from the height by doing so.”

She hummed softly, mind taking what he said and turning it over so she could see all the angles.

“So… if I were to go up on a broom and distract myself, then I wouldn’t be as scared as I think I would be?”

Fred shrugged, moving his fork to her plate and stealing a piece of cut up chicken that was there.

“I mean, it might not work for you, ‘cause I don’t even have a thing of heights, but it works for me despite my absent fear.”

She thought about it for a moment. I mean, she trusted the twins; maybe even trusted one more than the other. (Fred.)

So it wasn’t that that was keeping her from asking, rather it was the deep fear of the biggest, most negative solution to come out of it. What if she fell to her death and never saw any of her friends again? She’s too young to die.

She blinked, realizing she was staring into space while thinking such negative thoughts.

Her blink must of re-set her brain, causing her head to turn towards the boy.

“C-could I try for myself and see?”

Fred coughed out pumpkin juice at the sudden question, his mind so used to the comfortable silence they fell into he didn’t expect her to talk again.

“What?” He rasped, patting his chest. She chuckled, picking up her napkin and giving it to him to wipe his mouth.

She watched him do so as she repeated the question.

When she did a small smirk formed on his lips.

“Sure.”

“Yeah, no, I change my mind.”

Fred laughed in the breeze, the noise blessing her ears.

“Come on, it was your choice and you’re in Gryffindor for a reason. Hop on.”

Fred was currently standing on the ground with the broomstick in between his legs, the sand on the Pitch almost covering his shoes.

She shifted, her stomach turning at the thought of leaving the ground but she followed his order despite, legs swinging over the stick and arms wrapping tightly around Fred’s waist.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t take the time to recognize it, her chest occupied with a squeezing sensation of fear.

“Ready?”

His voice broke out her fear, the soft question falling from his lips so effortlessly, like it was a bird with wings and claws, using them to take her fear and fly it off into the wind, never to be seen again.

Sadly the feeling of courage only lasts for a second because as soon as she nodded softly against his robes, his leg kicked off the sand and they were no longer on the ground.

She bit back a scream but some of it slipped, causing a small squeal to escape.

Fred chuckled but she didn’t hear it over the wind, instead feeling his body shake from the laughter.

“Open your eyes!”

She didn’t want to, but the trust for him was strong so her eyelids fluttered open, the broom coming to slow yet calming pace.

Her cheek was still pressed to his back, but her eyes scanned around her and she was met with the breathtaking view of Hogwarts, the building standing as strong as ever as the wind flooded her hearing.

Her mouth came agape at the sight, her head leaving his back as she turned to look at everything possible, leaving no angle unseen.

“Hey, hold on tight back there.”

She rolled her eyes even though her arms were wrapped around his waist so tight he was struggling to breathe she bet, but she still laid her head back down on his back.

His skin was warm through the fabric, and it wasn’t the reason for the deep flush on her cheeks, traveling to her neck.

“Rather watch than fly, huh?”

She threw her Quidditch uniform on the floor roughly, despite the background noise of Oliver yelling to put it on so they had time to get out there.

She used the precious time she had to walk an over and give Fred a well deserved slap on the arm, his beautiful laughter once more filling her ears.

-I hoped you liked it! 💕🥺

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its-elioo · 6 months

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Incorrect quotes Part 2 (RnM fanfic related)

Ratchet: If you had 7 cookies and I asked for 3, how many would you have?

Pinkie: None.

Ratchet: This is basic math Pinkie-

Pinkie: I would give them all to you because you are my friend!

Ratchet: [holding back tears] Disgusting. Get away from me.

Optimus: I’m adopting another child.

Sunset: Congratulations, Optimus! That’s great-

Optimus: It’s you, sign here.

Sideswipe: NO. NO SHUT- SHUT THE FRAG UP!

Rainbow: YOU KNOW I’M RIGHT!

Sideswipe: NO, YOU’RE NOT! YOU’RE STUPID! YOU’RE DUMP!

Rainbow: YOU JUST DON’T WANT TO ADMIT THAT I WAS RIGHT!

Sideswipe: YOU’RE NOT!

Rainbow: I AM!

Strongarm, beyond confused: What are they arguing about?

Twilight: Fnaf lore.

[on a walk]

Bumblebee: It’s beautiful out here.

Fluttershy: And quiet.

Bumblebee: Too quiet.

Fluttershy: Did we lose someone?

[cut to Pinkie and Smokescreen screaming while running from a bear]

Sunset: Ratchet isn’t answering.

Twilight: I’ll call.

Rainbow: Twi, we all tried several times each, what makes you thi-

Ratchet: Hello?

Rainbow: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Bumblebee: Wasn’t Sideswipe with you?

Sideswipe: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Sunset: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Fluttershy: How can you still say that?!

Sunset: Because when things get though, denial is all we have.

Rainbow: Don’t worry, if there’s a bad guy within a mile of us, I’ll sense it.

A Vehicon: *appears behind her*

Rainbow: May be a little off my game here.

Ratchet: You think I enjoy being a mother hen to you all?!

The whole team: …

Ratchet: Okay, fine. It’s like a crack to me.

Rainbow: When I was little-

Sideswipe: Pfft, “was”.

Ratchet: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Twilight: It was me…

Ratchet: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Rarity: This is a mistake!

Knock Out: A mistake we’re going to laugh about one day!

Rarity: But not today.

Knock Out: Oh, no. Today’s going to be a mess.

Rainbow, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Sideswipe, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Pinkie, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Smokescreen, trembling: What are we even playing??

Rarity: Just be careful, Knock Out!

Knock Out: I’m always careful, my dear!

Knock Out: It’s everything around me that’s careless.

Pinkie: I’ve already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Smokescreen: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Sideswipe: Yo, come here.

Rainbow: For what?

Sideswipe: Just come here.

Rainbow: Nah, you’re gonna hit me.

Twilight: Am I in trouble?

Arcee: Take a guess.

Twilight: No?

Arcee: Take another guess.

Rarity: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Knock Out: Thank you.

Rarity: I didn’t say that was a good thing.

Knock Out: What I’m hearing is, you think I’m funny.

Sideswipe: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Rainbow: You and me!

Sideswipe, tearing up: Okay.

Optimus: With great power comes great responsibility.

Sunset: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Twilight: How do I deal with my enemies?

Arcee: Kill them.

Twilight: That’s a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution.

Arcee: Kill them only a little?

Pinkie: I have made a complete replica of the Eiffel Tower out of popsicle sticks!

Smokescreen: Pinkie… how much popsicles did you eat?

Pinkie: I can’t feel my tongue and world smells of colors!

Bumblebee: I know you two snuck out last night, Rainbow.

Sideswipe, whispering: Play dump.

Rainbow: Who’s Rainbow?

Sideswipe: Not that dump!

Shockwave: This kind of idiocy will NOT be tolerated in my laboratory.

Steve: Is there a level of idiocy you'd be more comfortable with, sir?

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louisupdates · 6 months

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Louis Tomlinson ‘Faith in the Future’ World Tour 2023

By: Steve Jennings (Photos and Text) | 11 AUG 2023

English singer-songwriter and former One Direction band member Louis Tomlinson is back out on the road in support of his second album, Faith in the Future. For his second world tour, he’s playing to an ever-growing audience—the crowd I witnessed could not get enough of him as evident from the adoring fans singing along to every word he sang. We spoke to Production Designer, Programmer, and Director Tom Taylor of TANCK about the tour.

Designer Tom Taylor started working on the current tour as the new album’s promo materials and aesthetics came to light. Taylor says it’s a more rugged and asymmetrical look than they’ve gone for before, meant to mirror a sort of dive bar aesthetic rather than a beautiful arena production. “This reflects the music off the latest album, which has a more grungy feel to it. There are touches in there such as the light boxes (loosely resembling the fluorescent lights of a nightclub toilet), and our custom camera housing (a hollowed out old VHS camcorder with a Marshall 4K camera inside) that bring it back to a more intimate venue feel than the true scale of the places we’re playing across the world.”

Taylor notes the show itself has definitely progressed and he would say feels more like a ‘show’ than a ‘gig‘ now; it has a start, middle, and end, with themes and segues to connect them throughout. “The video content is more to set a mood for the songs. We’re trying to stay away from anything too literal and obvious. This extends to the lighting programming as well where we largely refrain from hitting everything on the beat, fully ‘perfect’ timecoded hits throughout the rig. Hopefully the end result is that in those moments where we do go crazy with programming and rhythm, it’s much more interesting and stands out in the set.”

Since 2020, Taylor has worked with Francis Clegg on production design. They had worked together for about five years prior to that and have a complimentary skill set. “We’ve accelerated quite rapidly, taking on a design assistant in Jamie Lawrence and soon to have another member of the team joining,” Taylor says. “Whilst one of us is the company face to each artist or client, we work together 50/50 on every project behind the scenes. James Washer [Lighting Programmer] is often the first name on the team sheet when we pick up a show like this one… he just gets it; is a great programmer and time saving resource who knows how to interpret when I say something like ‘can the lights be a little more aggressive.’ Francis (Clegg) is also a fantastic programmer, so I was able to work alongside James in the rehearsals to finesse the previz programming.”

Although he’s on a MA Lighting grandMA3 surface, Taylor runs the show on MA2 software. The reason for that is because this tour goes everywhere in the world, and he knows he can get an MA2 anywhere without having to lug around small form consoles himself. Taylor much prefers to take a USB stick through an airport. “We are running a lot of things through the desk—lighting, video, camera switching, and automation. The MA makes this easier to deal with and the fixture cloning system is excellent, so I know I’m going to get a good replica of the show no matter what fixtures I get thrown wherever we go.”

The venue sizes this time around sort of called for a video element to be added, Taylor says. “The focus of the show is, of course, Louis, so plenty of close-up camera work to amplify his emotion. These are treated with overlays and masks created by [content creators] Two Suns and ourselves, with 3D animation work coming from Boxcat Studio. The whole system is run on a Resolume server. Camera switching is done from the MA console via Open Control, which sends OSC messages to the ATEM switcher, which ultimately sends it to the capture cards. This way we eliminate a touring video director (sorry!) and save a bunch of truck space on outboard equipment. The system works extremely well.”

Colour Sound Experiment out of London is the tour lighting, video, and rigging company. “We use them for a large portion of our shows. It’s very useful dealing with just one company who ‘do it all’ but also don’t cut any corners or scrimp to get the job done. The equipment is well maintained with a good selection of inventory to choose from.” Taylor says it probably took them about three iterations to get to the point they’re at now, keeping ideas from the previous versions until they got somewhere they were all happy with. “It was a bit of a process, but a great payoff. I should probably thank Louis and his Manager, Matt Vines, for their patience in putting it all together. There are a lot of (literally) moving parts to the stage with winches, light boxes, light bulbs, and our shuttering set piece at the back. Ultimately the show is dynamic and exciting, but all the elements sit nicely together as well.” Taylor was a bit unsure on using the GLP X4 Bars across the back because of the brightness difference to GLP’s FR10, for example, but they are exactly the right brightness for this gig without being overpowering, he says. “My absolute favorite moment of the show, where we have some crazy iridescent hyper color animation, is driven by the Ayrton Huracans… amazing lights, just don’t try to pick one up by yourself, they’re beasts!”

Tomlinson was really involved in the design of this one, and also much more open to trying new things and delivering a narrative through the show, adds Taylor. “Matt Vines should have a shout out for his contribution to the ‘ideas factory’ and being a great sounding board as we developed the show. PM Craig Sherwood has been incredible as always, never asking ‘why’ we want to make it look like a derelict bathroom, just making it happen. Finally, the tour’s secret weapon, technical maestro Sam Kenyon, who is quite literally irreplaceable, has been an excellent resource for actually delivering the show in the real world day after day.”

Production Team

Tour Manager: Tom Allen

Production Manager: Craig Sherwood

Production Design, Programmer & Director: Tom Taylor & Francis Clegg, TANCK

Lighting Programmer: James Washer

Lighting Crew Chief: James Box

Lighting Techs: Rick Carr, Amy Barnett

Stage Manager: Torin Arnold

Technical Manager: Sam Kenyon

Video Crew Chief: Dave Mallandain

Video Programmer: Jack Fone

Video Techs: Tim Curwen, Braden Pettigrew

Camera Operators: Mark Lawrence, Braden Pettigrew, Tim Curwen

Rigger: Mark Lawrence

Vendors

Lighting/Video/Rigging: Colour Sound Experiment/Acc. Rep. Haydn Cruishank

LED Trim: LED Creative

Custom Light Housings: OX Event House

Set Construction: Hangman UK

Video Content: Two Suns Creative, Boxcat Studio, TANCK

SFX: BPM SFX

Gear

Lighting

2 MA Lighting grandMA3 full-size

19 Ayrton Eurus Profile

6 Ayrton Huracan LT Profile

5 Claypaky Mini-B

12 Robe Spiider

72 GLP X4 Bar 20

16 GLP JDC Line 1000

10 GLP JDC1 Strobe

12 CHAUVET STRIKE Array 4

2 Chroma-Q Color Force II 12

16 Elumen8 COB PAR Endura

10 LEDJ Spectra Q15

3 Robe BMFL RoboSpot

Video

2 Resolume Server

23 Custom LED Trim

6 Video Screens, 2.5m x 2.5m

7 Marshall 503 Camera

3 Panasonic UE70 PTZ Camera

2 Blackmagic Design URSA G2 Camera

#fitfwt23: gear #fitfwt23: technicals #louis tomlinson #louis press #fitfwt23: crew #11.8.2023

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jessicas-pi · 11 months

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So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...

We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.

Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.

Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.

He’s been trying.

Sabine has not been cooperating.

So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.

Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.

(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)

He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.

It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.

Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.

“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.

“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.

“Probably,” Ezra agrees.

She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.

But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.

She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.

All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.

Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.

Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.

Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.

Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.

“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”

He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.

“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.

Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.

#ezra and sabine: this is a perfectly normal way to handle our traumas and requited but unacknowledged feelings for each other!#yeah so Sabine still has trauma but it's DIFFERENT trauma so she's slightly better at admitting she has feelings #ezra on the other hand...#'don't be ridiculous i have no feelings whatsoever for sabine. sure i would die for her. that doesn't mean anything.'#(he's secretly afraid that his adoptive buire are still alive and will be not-mad-just-disappointed that he's crushing on a jedi)#but sabine isn't entirely emotionally healthy either and due to her Specific Trauma she tends to swing back and forth #between shutting down/completely ignoring him and basically saying to his face #that the only reason she hasn't pinned him to the wall ripped his helmet off and kissed him senseless is that she respects his creed #which; as you can imagine; is a little confusing for ezra! but it's okay he doesn't need answers this is fine he hAS NO FEELINGS #and okadiah (the only Emotionally Competent person on the Ghost) is watching them like #'i'm no therapist but if i may offer some advice—'#FUN FACT I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHO TO SWAP ZEB WITH #so he's a jedi and Fulcrum! and Ahsoka was a royal guard to the queen of Shili!#and chopper died instead of okadiah BUT he's a droid so they installed his memory in the Ghost and now he lives in the ceiling #until they can find him a new droid body #twin blades and beskar au #lifeswap au #sabezra

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dotthings · 1 year

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So Jensen “I didn’t want Dean to go out that like, and that’s been documented” Ackles just made it clear, again, at Nashcon, that he’s not satisfied with the way things ended for Dean. And I’m sure the ones that have played deny deny deny deny will just go on doing it. They’ve ignored the past few years of Jensen hinting at his salt about it or even saying it outright. They’ve taken his diplomatic statements as the only truth because they ignore what he’s also said about it. Some think it’s wonderful to shove the dickbar replica at him in photo ops and If You Think Jensen Has Any Problem With All This You’re Delusional He Loves the Series Finale So Much How Dare You. Or “Dean went out saving those kids while hunting, how dare you insinuate Jensen isn’t satisfied with how Dean went out, Dean went out a hero, you are so disrespectful” while they stick their fingers in their ears and act like Jensen hasn’t made his views clear. Sure you can disagree with him and have your own take on it, but not while you ignore all the things Jensen has already said and accuse anybody who actually LISTENS to the man of being deluded. Or assign words to fans that we didn’t say — for example I never made a claim that Jensen hates everything about the finale. I’m sure he does sincerely appreciate the Sam and Dean scenes. What’s he going to do, stand on con stages next to Jared and go “well that SUCKED” lmfaooo.

But he’s well within his rights to object to how Dean went out

Maybe people should actually listen to him.

Maybe not undoing the rebar death per se (because I believe Jensen when he said they aren’t undoing anything about the mothership on TW) but recontextualizing goes a long way and filling in missing spaces and giving Dean fuller more satisfying notes than whatevertheheck 15.20 was.

And there’s Jensen on a con stage in December 2022 talking about how there’s no closure and no end and he didn’t want Dean to go out like that and that’s been documented.

Jensen’s not putting Dean away on a shelf.

So I’m stowing that language now too. It’s not even “Dean deserved a better ending” any more, it’s more general and less finality than that. “Dean deserved better notes for that arc” or “Dean deserved something better than what 15.20 did.”

We’re in the CMP era now.

#Dean Winchester #Jensen Ackles #WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU #CERTAIN PEOPLE REALLY DON’T LISTEN TO HIM #BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT #an actual conclusion may come someday #but it doesn’t seem like an actual closing of the book is imminent #and after the prequel-sequel #there’s revival

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orrsoared · 5 months

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top ten albums / tagged by @athenagray ✨

rules: list your ten favorite albums of all time and tag ten people to list theirs! here are mine in no particular order ! including some of my favorite lyrics off the album !

nebraska / bruce springsteen / 1982

“Well now, everything dies, baby, that’s a fact. Maybe everything that dies someday comes back.”

grace / jeff buckley / 1994

“It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter. It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.”

born to die / lana del rey / 2012

“Now my life is sweet like cinnamon. Like a fuckin’ dream I’m livin’ in. Baby, love me cause I’m playin’ on the radio.”

(what’s the story) morning glory / oasis / 1995

“And so Sally can wait. She knows it’s too late as we’re walking on by. Her soul slides away ‘but don’t look back in anger,’ I heard you say.”

hypersonic missiles / sam fender / 2019

“Eight years old with a replica gun pushin’ in my skull - saying you’re gonna kill me if I tell. Never did, and I never will. That house was living hell.”

dance fever / florence and the machine / 2023

“I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king. I need my golden crown of sorrow. My bloody sword to swing. My empty halls to echo with grand self mythology.”

hozier (self titled) / hozier / 2014

“Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done. I need to be youthfully felt cause, God, I never felt young. She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair.”

stick season / noah kahan / 2022

“We ain’t angry at you, love. We’ll be waiting for you, love. And we’ll all be here forever. And we’ll all be here forever. You’re gonna go far.”

seventeen going under / sam fender / 2021

“See, I spent my teens in rage. Spiraling in silence. And I armed myself with a grin. Cause I was always the fucking joker. Buried in their humor - amongst the white noise and boy’s boys.”

darkness on the edge of town / bruce springsteen / 1978

“Sometimes I feel so weak, I just wanna explode. Explode and tear this ol’ town apart. Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart. Find somebody itching for something to start.”

no pressure tags !

@camp-bruins @amanitacowboy @fvcking-damage @lindholmline @think-ill-go-to-boston @quietblues @iamjackedwards @jamietarttdodododododo @krugstrash @owchar1ie

#these albums mean the world to me #picked songs that mean a lot to me too!#always tag me in music related things 😂#if there’s a top ten song one…i have some in mind lol #top ten albums #tag game

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince [part five - final part]

tom holland x actress!reader

series summary: when you're called in to fake date tom holland for two months to fix his public image, you never expect anything to blossom between the two of you...

+ series masterlist

☆°・ chapter five ・°☆

You don’t talk to Tom for most of the next week. You throw yourself into work, needing to think about anything but Tom right now. You always knew that your “relationship” had an expiry date right from the very start, so why did it hurt so much to think about life without Tom everyday in the near future?

The night before Tom’s flight back to London with the twins you decide you can’t let him leave like that. You’d been going back and forwards with yourself all week, typing out countless texts to him before deleting them and chucking your phone to the other end of the room. Eventually, you ask if he’s free to come to dinner. Expecting a no due to the late notice, you’re shocked when he accepts and tells you he’ll be over at seven-thirty.

“Hey, love.” Tom sighs when you open the door.

“Hi,” you give him a small smile, gesturing for him to come inside.

“Listen-” he starts as soon as he steps into your living room, heart tugging at the sofa you sat on just two months ago as you made plans for your relationship. “I just want to tell you that-”

“Stop, Tom.” you hold up a hand at the tone of his voice. “I really don’t wanna talk about it, okay?”

“But-”

“I just didn’t want to leave things on such a bad note,” you say. “We’re still together for the rest of tonight, so…I just wanted to see you before you go,” you admit.

Tom nods in understanding.

“Okay,” he says. He nods towards the small cabinet beside your TV. “Want me to absolutely smash you at Mario Kart?”

You snort.

“You wish, Holland.”

You and Tom fall easily back into your banter over an evening of pizza and Mario Kart. The whole time, you can’t seem to ignore that nagging feeling on your heart. This is borrowed time.

When Tom offers to take the pizza boxes out to the trash, you take the opportunity to sneak out onto the balcony. You watch over the darkened city still buzzing with life, not even noticing when the lights begin to blur with a few tears.

“Darling?” Tom calls from inside the apartment. He sticks his head out the opened balcony doors. “It’s freezing out here,” he shivers. “Come back inside.”

You shake your head, turning back to look at the city and wishing you could freeze it all, turning Tom and yourself into figurines in a tiny replica city.

Tom steps out onto the balcony, sensing that maybe now you’re ready to talk.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, continuing before you can even answer. “Why did you invite me here? I mean, we’ve never hung out somewhere that’s not in public before. No one’s even gonna know I’m here unless we post about it.”

You shrug.

“I don’t care about them. I just care about…you.” You shiver as you talk, the November chill wrapping around your bones.

“C’mere,” Tom wraps an arm around you, rubbing a large hand up and down your arm to warm you up. “I care about you too, Y/N.”

“Do you remember at the golf course, when you helped me play?” you ask.

Tom nods, remembering exactly where you’re going with this.

“And if we hadn’t been interrupted by your brothers, we would’ve…” you trail off, stealing a glance at his lips.

Tom takes a deep breath, bracing himself for rejection, but what did he have to lose anymore? He cups your frozen cheek with one hand, leaning in and letting his eyes flutter shut. To his surprise you mirror his actions, melding your lips to his. He kisses you so gently, so carefully like he’s afraid is he’s too rough you’ll shatter.

“Tom,” you breathe, pulling away to breathe. He grins at you, interrupted only by his phone ringing in his pocket. He glances at it, face falling.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Love I’ve- I’ve got to go.”

“What?”

“I’m so sorry,” he apologises as he ducks inside and grabs his coat. “My flight leaves in a few hours and my car’s here.”

“So that’s it?” you ask, shocked. “You kiss me, and you’re just leaving?”

“We’ll talk when I land, promise,” he says as he spins around one last time to check he hasn’t left anything. “I really want to make this work between us, but I have to go. I have to go home.”

With a soft click of the door, Tom’s gone.

It only takes a day for your anger to melt away, leaving only a skeleton of sadness. You check the time religiously, attempting to calculate when Tom lands in London. It’s killing you to have things left so up in the air with him. You’d started this whole mess simply on orders from your management firm and attempting to help someone who seemed to desperately need it, but over the course of two months you’d gotten to know Tom and it felt like he really got to know you, better than anyone in this entire city.

Hope comes with a two consecutive ding sounds from your phone, just when you’ve convinced yourself you might just have to try putting the whole two months behind you.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

tysm for reading! please consider reblogging, it really helps a writer out <3

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#tom holland series #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #tom holland smau #tom holland angst #tom holland x female reader #tom holland x you

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chidoroki · 6 months

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Ron Kamonohashi EP7

aka: literal Chekhov's Gun

“I asked you to come just as insurance. Nothing’s going to happen.” Buddy do I have some unfortunate news for you.

Hula hooping at an observatory? That’s a pretty specific bucket list item, Ron.

Oohhh we’re in for another two part mystery!

Replica or not, having a pistol on display to “ward off evil spirits” is gonna come back and commit some evil acts soon enough I bet.

“My hair is cut so as not to get in the way when I look through a telescope.” ??? It serves a purpose sure but it looks so damn stupid. Just cut all of your hair shorter! And get a different style other than a silly bowl cut.

Ron and his old sensei together in the same place. Now he really has to be sneaky with his sleuthing.

The incident ten years ago at the observatory was due to gunfire? Oh yeah, that pistol is getting used for sure. Or someone is gonna swap it out with the real thing as a cover up at some point.

The gun was never found? Is it too easy to say that perhaps it really is the pistol in the lobby and no one has bothered to check if it’s the real deal yet?

Of course Ron would be the one to push buttons and levers at random.

I thought of this earlier, but why isn’t Ron’s scar visible? I know one could argue it’s hidden beneath his shirt’s collar, but surely a but would be sticking out at least.

Dang, so Ron himself has a kill count.

So Ron went to bed early, the photographer girl “went back to her room” and then a gunshot was heard. That doesn’t seem very reassuring considering everyone else of importance was on the roof watching the meteor shower.

Yuuupp, the girl was shot but I’m sure Ron was framed somehow with the infamous pistol laying right next to him.

He’s.. sleeping. A gunshot went off right near him and he remained asleep.

Yeah having the room being locked with only the dead photographer and Ron found inside certainly puts him as the number one suspect, but what if the true killer is somehow still hiding somewhere inside?

Someone planted the key inside his pocket too hm?

Hmmm, bringing up that Ron has horrible aim with firearms is a valid point I think considering the girl died with a precise shot to the heart behind her back.

One thing that wasn’t brought up was how the light in the observatory room were broken. Wonder why the sensei glazed over that fact, if it was important at all or not.

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #episode reaction

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luverofralts · 1 year

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Arkhelios Adventures

“The house is a bit...much, don’t you think? It doesn’t fit in Arkhelios at all. There’s too much stuff.”

Wanda Bellamy stared at the house and tried to see her husband’s point. No matter what Hunter said, Wanda knew that this was the house for them. She’d spent a small fortune getting it built and no one was going to tell her that it had all been in vain. The house itself was a replica of a rich titan of industry’s lavish house and that was exactly what the ruler of Arkhelios deserved.

No, not the ruler of Arkhelios, the leader of Arkhelios. The leader who is trying to find someone to run against her. There hasn’t been an election because there is no demand for one, not because I’m trying to hold on to power.

“You can try to fix it up to meet your standards, dear,” she promised. “I want this to be a home we all feel comfortable in.”

Wanda watched as her son Morcant studied the tall white building.

“It has a pool inside,” she said to her son. “You can go swimming whenever you want now. Maybe we could even get a dog since the backyard is much bigger than where we used to live.”

Morcant smiled shyly at his mother and she gave a quick peck on the head.

“Come on, let’s go exploring,” she encouraged. Hunter didn’t reply, but stomped sullenly towards the house all the same.

“See? Isn’t this better than anything else in Arkhelios?” Wanda asked, daring her family to disagree with the glamour she saw around her. “Real, expensive wood. Tapestries that have to be at least eighty years old. There’s a history here and we get to start our own story here.”

“It looks like something my father would buy,” Hunter complained. “We’re not royalty, Wanda. We’re not Pleasantview. Even that fancy crypt you bought our family sticks out in Arkhelios. What was wrong with the home we had?”

“That’s what I said.”

Hunter looked for the origin of the frustrated statement. Behind him was Evren Thorne, looking absolutely miserable and a woman Hunter was truly starting to hate.

“Winter! You made it on time! I couldn’t possibly have ordered the curtains for the kitchen without your help,” Wanda gushed, embracing the elder witch.

Winter Walsh was the worst thing to happen to Hunter’s marriage since their fight about Kamalani’s poor parenting. Winter was from nobility; her younger brother had been king of Twikkii Island centuries ago and her mother had once been queen of Crystal Cove. She’d lost those members of her family to time and age, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make to pursue her magical skills. Wanda had heard hushed stories about the Strangetown coven’s former leader who had also lived for several centuries. You had to be a witch of extraordinary power to cheat death.

Since promising to help Wanda, Winter had taken their branch of the Bellamy family by storm. Wanda and Winter discussed magic and coven guidelines, membership requirements and official Arkhelios government policy day and night. If Wanda had a free moment, Winter was probably there to snatch it from Hunter. He had hoped to have several kids by now, but Wanda was simply too busy to make any more. He and Morcant spent most of their time by themselves, watching Wanda dart in and out of their lives for various meetings.

There were days that Hunter wished that Winter would finally drop dead of old age and give him his wife back. Then there other days where he was honest with himself and he admitted that Winter wasn’t the problem. If she weren’t in Wanda’s life, it would just be something else taking up his wife’s time. Both she and Melvin worked themselves to the bone in defiance of their lazy mother.

“This house is far too large and it doesn’t match the style of the neighbouring lots,” Evren stated, though he knew no one would listen to him. He’d raised concerns through the entire process of building both Wanda’s new home and the new Arkhelios coven’s meeting space, but no one seemed to be listening to him. He was only an architect after all, who went to school to learn his trade. No, it was the 200 year old former princess who was right since she was footing a large portion of the bill. Wanda’s tastes were similarly suspect and Evren had to wonder just how the woman had been raised to select some of the tackiest fabrics he’d ever seen. Roman had said that Wanda grew up poor and unsophisticated, but Evren had never seen a woman so bafflingly terrible at designing a home in all his career. Adrian had had to pour him several stiff drinks whenever he had come home from a Wanda/Winter planning session.

“I’m so glad you made it,” Wanda gushed, hugging her friend. “Let me show you the home office. Our current coven agenda is set up there, I just need to get your signature on a few things. Evren, you can carry on the inspection on your own, right? We’ll be right back.”

“Don’t hurry back,” Evren mumbled under his breath, making notes on some of his files before the witches returned.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #wanda hydes #hunter bellamy #sim: Winter Walsh #Winter Walsh #sim: Morcant Bellamy #Morcant Bellamy #evren thorne

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marithlizard · 2 years

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Today's random Helluva Boss thought because actual writing is hard: the two clown kids playing together in "The Circus".

It's emphasized repeatedly that Fizzarolli is the talented one, but it's kid!Blitzo whose play is full of creative imagination, and who thinks on his feet and improvises in all his scenes. You know what Fizzarolli is instead? He's kind.

He sticks to the idea that his balloon horse is sympathetic to its legless friend and wants to cheer it up! He has no interest in Blitzo's fascination with blood and war and pirates, but laughs and more or less goes along with his friend. Even when he shows up Blitzo on stage his focus is on moving the performance along, not mocking him.

How did this nice little boy grow up to be the bitter, nasty star performer? He obviously knows how to work a crowd but his “jokes” are mean-spirited and not in the funny way HB's outrageous edgy humor often is. I don't think that's an accident or bad writing - we're being shown that Fizz's career is as soulless as his robot replicas, all programmed to hate Blitzo's guts as much as the original does now.

But I can't write him off as a straight antagonist like Stella, because grownup Fizz just adores Asmodeus. As soon as his boss/partner is onstage, Fizz throws himself into supporting his performance in every possible way. The two of them seem perfectly in sync and so affectionate, unbothered by the huge power imbalance that's even worse than the one Blitzo struggles with. (They're still both being mean and hypocritical to boot, but they have the kind of relationship both Blitzo and Stolas surely long for but can't articulate.)

I'm so curious about both the backstory here and where the relationships are going, and the S2 trailer suggests we will find out.

#helluva boss #going to focus on things I like #it's more fun than bitching about things I don't on the whole

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dreamings-free · 6 months

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This month Steve Jennings looks at Louis Tomlinson’s Faith in the Future world tour and spoke with Production Designer, Programmer, and Director Tom Taylor of Tanck.co about his design. Taylor, along with Tanck.co partner Francis Clegg, added a video element to support the larger venues on this run.

By: Steve Jennings (Photos and Text) Wide Focus - August 11, 2023

Production Team

Tour Manager: Tom Allen Production Manager: Craig Sherwood Production Design, Programmer & Director: Tom Taylor & Francis Clegg, TANCK Lighting Programmer: James Washer Lighting Crew Chief: James Box Lighting Techs: Rick Carr, Amy Barnett Stage Manager: Torin Arnold Technical Manager: Sam Kenyon Video Crew Chief: Dave Mallandain Video Programmer: Jack Fone Video Techs: Tim Curwen, Braden Pettigrew Camera Operators: Mark Lawrence, Braden Pettigrew, Tim Curwen Rigger: Mark Lawrence

Vendors

Lighting/Video/Rigging: Colour Sound Experiment/Acc. Rep. Haydn Cruishank LED Trim: LED Creative Custom Light Housings: OX Event House Set Construction: Hangman UK Video Content: Two Suns Creative, Boxcat Studio, TANCK SFX: BPM SFX

Gear

Lighting 2 MA Lighting grandMA3 full-size 19 Ayrton Eurus Profile 6 Ayrton Huracan LT Profile 5 Claypaky Mini-B 12 Robe Spiider 72 GLP X4 Bar 20 16 GLP JDC Line 1000 10 GLP JDC1 Strobe 12 CHAUVET STRIKE Array 4 2 Chroma-Q Color Force II 12 16 Elumen8 COB PAR Endura 10 LEDJ Spectra Q15 3 Robe BMFL RoboSpot

Video 2 Resolume Server 23 Custom LED Trim 6 Video Screens, 2.5m x 2.5m 7 Marshall 503 Camera 3 Panasonic UE70 PTZ Camera 2 Blackmagic Design URSA G2 Camera

► audio version of the article available at the source

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fishybehavior · 2 years

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Frozen Discovery

Pony fic, how the gang found Zane :)

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The blue pegasus' wings fluttered as he flew between trees covered in snow and ice. Riding the frozen howling winds. His laughter resonated throughout the birch trees of the forest as his friends followed below. Slowed down by the thick snow, they trudged behind hooves sunk deep in the dry snow as he showed off as he did tricks in the air.

"Slow down!" Nya huffed, "We can't fly over this stupid snow!"

"Not my fault," Jay chuckled, "Besides we're almost there!"

"Where are we going anyways?" Kai whinnied. He was almost unrecognizable, decked out in every coat, scarf, and hat the pony could get his hooves on. His face was buried behind enough scarves that only his snout and horn were visible. And despite the layers, he was still shivering. Shaking in the biting winter air blowing, somehow still making him bitterly cold.

Cole shook the snow from his mane and coat, "Yeah, where are we going? And why do you need us?" He questioned the giddy pair of inventors. Nya and Jay grinned ear to ear as Jay landed.

"Well you see," Jay began, "a few days ago, the snow division was diverting a nasty cloud formation from town to this little sleepy forest. And they found something."

Kai and Cole's ears twitched in curiosity, "What'd they find?" Cole asked.

"Something big and made of metal." Nya grinned, "The group reported it looked like some kind of metal creature buried in the snow!"

Kai immediately tensed, "Creature? Should we really be out here?"

"Relax soldier man." Jay snorted, "The snow team said it looked like it hadn't moved in seasons." He turned around and began walking towards an enormous birch tree. "Said it was frozen solid and buried under the snow."

"Ok~," Cole interrupted, "So why are we here again?" He followed his friends to the base of the tree, seeing an odd lump and what looked to be a silver hoof sticking out from the snow.

"We're going to take it home!" Nya cheered. "Kai, you're going to melt the ice trapping this thing, and then we're all going to lug it home!" Nya grinned, giving Kai that look. The one where she smiled sweeter than honey and made her eyes as big and bright as a newborn foal. A look that got her extra dessert when she was young and made her untouchable when in trouble.

Kai furrowed his brows, "So you're telling me, you dragged Cole and me out of our warm and comfortable homes in the middle of nowhere? So we can spend hours digging this thing out of the freezing cold snow and drag it home?."

"Yep." Nya continued to smile. The two siblings stared each other down. Kai was stoic while Nya kept her sweet and innocent look. Neither of them waivered until Kai sighed and dropped his head in defeat.

"Fine, fine." He mumbled, dragging his hooves to the metal hoof sticking out from the snow.

"Wait what?! That's it? You go from being against this to helping?" Cole questioned.

"Trust me, it'll be easier and will go by faster if we just help. There's a reason she didn't ask before we left." Kai grumbled as his horn glowed with magic, igniting a small fire in the air above the frozen pile.

"Why am I here again?" Cole asked.

"Well you're the strongest pony we know," Jay said, giving him his own big pouty eyes. "And you wouldn't leave us here alone in the cold to struggle all by ourselves, would you?"

Cole raised a brow at the display, shaking his head. "You two are way too good at this." He mumbled, joining Kai by the mound. Trying to help to clear the snow.

The four of them dug, melted, and shifted snow and ice. Slowly revealing more and more of the metal body buried. The singular hoof became two. Connecting to a torso, and after 15 minutes of work, the legs were connected to a metal pony head. It was intricately sculpted, and despite the bolts and shiny metal, it looked nearly alive.

It took about 20 minutes to free the whole thing from its frozen prison, revealing a complete metal replica of an earth pony. Its body froze while the thing was laying down. Its face was frozen in a curious expression that seemed empty, but one could almost see the eyes wrinkled in worry or fear.

"Ok, let's get this thing home. The cold is making my leg cramp." Kai grumbled as he and Nya's horns glowed in sync. Using their combined magic, they lifted the heavy machine in the air and carefully positioned it on top of Cole's back. Jay quickly zipped around with a rope securing the metal pony to Cole.

Cole shuffled a little shifting his weight and testing the heavy weight on his back. Once he was comfortable, he gave Kai and Nya a nod, and they let the metal pony fully rest on him without their magic keeping it up.

"Wooo Hooo!" Jay yelled as he zipped into the air, excitedly doing circles in the air. "Do you see this thing? It's amaaazing! I can't wait to figure out how it works!"

"I know right!" Nya danced, just as excited. "Imagine what this thing can do when we fix it up!"

"While I hate to put a damper on the celebration," Cole interrupted, "But this thing is heavy, so how about we focus on getting home first."

"I second that idea," Kai said through chattering teeth. "The faster I can jump into a warm bath, the better."

"Ok ok," Jay said flying ahead of the group, "Let's get home! The faster the better!" He declared, speeding off and leaving the others behind.

Kai gave a sigh, "He knows that we are walking, right?"

"He'll remember in about five minutes," Cole said, and Nya chuckled as all three of them began the frigid trek through the snow towards home.

#ninjago #cole ninjago #nya ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #zane ninjago #mlp #pony au #my writing #my fic #fic #1k words #pony jay #pony cole #pony kai #pony nya #pony zane

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procrastinatorproject · 2 years

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After S2E6 of Star Trek: Picard, I was feeling really disappointed and angry about how the writers were so deeply disregarding anything and everything from season 1. We can debate whether season 2 was well-written in its own right (after watching the season finale today, I certainly have Thoughts), but nobody can argue that it was a satisfying continuation of season 1.

Even the characters who got some great development (i.e. Seven of Nine and Picard, unsurprisingly) were fairly divorced from where we saw them in season 1, without the writers ever giving a really satisfying reason for it.

I might, at some point, have the energy to properly go into all of this, but for now, here is how my post-episode-6 rant ended. I feel this ever more strongly tonight.

I really loved season 1. I loved that all the characters were broken in their own ways but still managed to work together towards a goal, I loved how they coaxed each other out of their misery. I really liked the budding relationship between Agnes and Rios. I feel a deep kinship with season 1 Agnes. I thought the themes and worldbuilding were really fascinating, even if the writing didn't always do them (or Agnes, for that matter) justice.

That world and those characters have essentially been my home for the last two years and the stories (and the friends I found through them) got me through some of the darkest moments I've had in my life so far.

It would be one thing if the season 2 writers had said: "Okay, we think season 1 had some glaring flaws. We think it won't hold as the foundation to build two more seasons on top of, so let's find a way to sensibly strip it down to the studs and build out again from there." (I personally would have preferred the approach of "Okay, it's a bit wonky, let's reinforce what's there so it will be strong enough to carry what we're building on top of it", but I didn't honestly expect that to happen.)

If the season 2 writers had taken the characters and looked at them -- really looked at them and where they ended season 1 -- and done even the bare minimum to lead us into where they are in season 2, I would have found that a little sad but been willing to take it as good writing.

Instead, sticking with the metaphor, it feels like the season 2 writers went in like: "Okay. We like the cornerstone of this building (Jean-Luc Picard), but everything else is an unsalvageable mess. Look at it! It looks completely different from everything that came before and doesn't properly pay homage to all these older building styles! So we're going to take a few bricks, chip away at them and put in filler until they work for the new building we want, and then we're going to build something completely new that is much, much closer to the classic buildings all around. If someone complains that it's a disservice to the building we tore down, we can point at the handful of bricks. See? It's the same building! Just better. And also, we need to make sure that all these bits of legacy stonework get a really prominent place and we constantly show them off and talk about them, because that's why people are really here, right? Not this weird newfangled business."

Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the ruins of the house that has sheltered and supported me for two years and am wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to do.

Sure, I still have blueprints and photos and like... a model replica of the house. And I have my little shovel and pile of mortar and I can reconstruct and build it out and fill in the gaps. But most of the people have moved to the new house and are yelling about how much nicer it is over there and how I'm stupid for even appreciating this dilapidated shack of a building that was poorly constructed and mostly held up by the strength of its admittedly pretty bricks.

Fortunately, I know I’m not alone in the rubble. I have my friends, sitting in the ruins with me, and we’re going to rebuild something out of this once the dust has settled.

But the loss is still intense.

#star trek picard #star trek picard season 2 #picard spoilers #i just feel so broken

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Stealing the spotlight.

So...THIS is the hideout of the great Freedom Foundation?

Hm...It’s definitely...what’s the word...intuitive?

Byakuya: I think underwhelming is the word you’re looking for...

*Byakuya, Hina, Hiro and Kuripa speak to Makoto and Kyoko over a walkie-talkie. The couple themselves are standing right outside of Maya’s cafe.

Kuripa: You never know? It could secretly have some kind of underground hidden base underneath?

I don’t know...Those guys didn’t seem like they’d have something like that.

If they’ve hidden what they’ve taken from us here, then it shouldn’t be too hard to find it.

Aoi: Kyoko, are you sure this plan is a good idea? I’m not sure I like the sound of it.

Hiro: Agreed.

Kuripa: Same.

Byakuya: Likewise.

We don’t have time to workshop a proper plan. Just remember what I said.

Makoto and I will go in. Wait for half an hour, and if we don’t contact you after that time, assume something’s gone wrong.

Kuripa: That’s the dumbest plan you’ve ever come up with! What if they capture and kill you and it’s too late by the time we arrive!?

These guys won’t kill us. If they wanted to, they wouldn’t have held back when we fought the first time.

One good aim with that spear weapon the girl stole, and you would have your heart pierced straight through Kuripa. It looked to me like she was going for your shoulder instead.

Don’t worry about it guys. This is pretty typical. It’s just another one of Kyoko’s plans that involves me getting hurt.

Do I detect a sprinkle of disdain in your words Makoto?

Hiro: A sprinkle? I think it’s more than that...

Kuripa: Callout post?

Shuddup...

Let’s just go.

*Kyoko shuts the walkie talkie off.

Did I do something to upset you?

No? Why? We’ve barely done anything together since we got here.

Ah, so that’s why you’re grouchy.

Hold on, I’m not grouchy!

I’m just speaking with common sense. I wanted to spend time with you, but...NOT by infiltrating a thieves den.

I don’t know if this is your fault or my fault, but trouble just seems to follow us wherever we go.

*Kyoko pushes the door of the café open.

In any case...was it really a good idea to do this during a weekday? This café is technically open, right?

And yet the barista is nowhere to be seen. That’s strange.

Yeah, but...there’s no customers here either...besides us I guess.

We’re not customers Makoto.

I consider myself a customer when I walk into a cafe. Where could they be?

Check behind the counter, maybe there’s some storage area where they’ve hidden the ring and whatever they stole from the gallery.

Kyoko! Hey, come look at this!

What?

*Makoto calls Kyoko over and shows her wall in the back closet that looks sort of out of place. Kyoko walks over to it and presses her ear against it.

...

You getting anything?

I am...There’s an open space behind this wall.

I thought you said this place wouldn’t have anything intricate like a hidden room or base?

Clearly I was wrong. There must be some way to get inside...

...?

*Kyoko suddenly notices that there’s a valve on a nearby pipe with an evident handprint on it.

Hey, what are you-?

*Kyoko turns the valve, and a small compartment opens up next to the hidden door. The two of them look closely at what’s inside.

That’s...a biometric fingerprint scanner?

This is way more intricate than I thought.

*Just to test, Makoto presses his thumb against the scanner. It flashes red and nothing else happens.

Well, at least it didn’t set off an alarm. What do we do?

Give me a second.

Wha-Where are you going?

*Kyoko goes back out into the main cafe area and Makoto hears her rummaging around the behind the desk drawers. She comes back moments later flaunting some sellotape.

Watch this.

*She takes a piece of the tape and sticks it to a certain part of the valve. After leaving it for a bit, she cautiously unpeels it and holds it up to the dim light in the closet.

Hmph...That’ll do.

*With a smirk on her face, she takes the tape and presses it against the scanner. The reader flashes green, and suddenly, the door opens.

How’d you do that!?

I used the tape to make a replica of whoever’s fingerprint this was. I’ve used similar strategy's before in the past. If you think that’s impressive, you should see what I can do with a paperclip.

A biometric fingerprint scanner, but for what? To protect a few coffee beans? Like I’ll believe that...

Let’s go.

How long did it take to make this place?

I don’t know, but I think we severely underestimated these guys. It’s no use thinking about it now though.

*Walking down a hallway, Kyoko and Makoto eventually come across another door, which also has a fingerprint scanner.

If it’s got the same lock, it’s gotta be important, right?

Yes. Give me a moment, I’ll get the print that I used earl-

*WHAM!* *CRRAASH!* *SMAASH!*

!!??

*Kyoko is unable to finish her sentence as Makoto suddenly roundhouse kicks the door, smashing it completely off it’s hinges! Cheekily, he courtesies towards the open doorway.

After you~

I...you...you mean to tell me you could’ve just done that from the start?

And steal the spotlight from you? As if.

Come on, let’s go.

You are-! Gagh...

*Kyoko unfortunately cannot hold back her smile. The two enter the room, which appears to be some sort of lab.

This room as massive! Seriously, where did these guys get the funds to build this!?

...That room there!

Huh?

*Kyoko points to a tightly locked door on the other side of the lab. Above the sign on it reads “confidential.”

If it’s anywhere in here, it’s here. Do us the honors.

HIYAAGH!

*THUD!*

AGH FUCK! AHAGH!

Makoto!?

RGH! Dammit! Ok, I don’t think that’s gonna work!

*Makoto kicks the door, but it’s far more secure than initially believed. He ends up spraining his ankle and collapses on the floor.

Agh! Crap! O-Ok, Kyoko? I think this one’s on you...

But there’s no fingerprint scanner here...I think we need some sort of key to get into this one, which isn’t as easily acquired...

In that case, the door’s not metallic, so...

*She suddenly notices a fire axe placed on the wall above her. She carefully removes the glass, secures the axe, and holds it, as Makoto regains his footing.

Alright...incoming!

WOAH! HEY! WAITWAITWAITWAIT!

!!!??

*The two are interrupted as someone suddenly rushes in.

Look, I know you’re pissed at us, but PLEASE don’t break the door! We paid a lot for this place and it’s gonna be a real pain in the ass when the repairmen ask what we use the room for!

A-Are you serious? Are you seriously talking casual with us and asking us not to break your stuff.

Maybe we’ll consider it...if you hand back what you stole from us.

...

You know...Nonna always told me that the Japanese prided themselves on their persistence and determination. Maybe that’s the reason why that crone decided to hire you guys.

Crone? Hire? What are you talking about?

Don’t play dumb with me. She must’ve known we would target the gallery, and just my luck, I had to steal the ring of some tenacious Japanese mercenary.

Now hold on a minute. I think you have your facts wrong.

It’s true that we came after you to get back something you stole from us, but we aren’t working for anyone.

Like I believe that...answer me honestly...

You guys are from Organization Z, aren’t you?

Organization Z...!?

You mean...Zetsubou!?

The fuck’s a Zetsubou? All I know is that Fang Inc. are collaborating with some eastern terrorist Organization...

Fang Inc...and Zetsubou...!?

Listen to me. The group that you speak of, this Organization Z, are our enemies.

We’re members of the Future Foundation based in Japan. I’m Chairwoman Kyoko Naegi, and this is my husband, Makoto. He’s a branch chief.

You sure use big words. But what you’re basically saying is that you’re part of some...big political organization fighting against terrorism, right? That’s what your Future Foundation is?

Yes, exactly!

Then where the hell are your people Chairwoman?

And what the hell are you doing breaking into my café?

...

Wait, YOU’RE the owner!?

I’m the damn barista too. And I also think I’m a good judge of character.

Tell me this. If you guys are the heroes...Then why’d you break in instead of confronting me politically? And if you really have a Foundation working for you, then why didn’t I see any backup when you chased us before?

...Things got complicated, we’re in a rough spot.

Which is why Fang Inc. hired you, right?

No! We don’t work for-!

So...it’s true then...

Huh?

Kyoko?

You’re...Maya Canzanilla, aren’t you?

What?

Wha-How’d you know my name!?

It’s not just your name. You’re an Ultimate Student from Freedom Academy, one of the first class that went missing after it closed down. The Ultimate Barista.