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tojisun · 20 days

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was struck suddenly by this thought

okay biker!simon but he's got his shit together and he's hubby and you have a kid (2yo?) with him

in India, bikes are the primary mode of transport everyone has one and lots of the kids love love going on rides. my 2nd cousin (?) (relations are diff there) he's 2 years old and he's the cutest thing in the world and he will not sleep at night until his dad takes him out for a spin on the bike. he comes back all smiley and sleepy it's so fucking cute omfg

IMAGINE THAT WITH SIMON

( bikes aren't seen as dangerous in India bc literally every household has one and people will carry their babies on the bike. ik it's different elsewhere but I just cannot stop thinking ab simon going for a spin with his baby :((( )

love you, drink water sunny 👊

ur cousin not sleeping till he gets a ride is so cute omg :((( such a cutie pie 🥺

but no absolutely!! i feel like biker!simon would spoil his kids sm that they get demanding when he doesn’t get to take them out on a ride

thinking about your little two year old girl waiting patiently in the living room while her dad washes up (simon closed the shop today), with her little helmet already strapped in. the tv is on for reruns of cartoons but she’s distracted, squirming at every drop of sound, thinking it’s simon finally out of the shower.

you chuckle as you rub her back, trying to make her calm down, but you guess her exhaustion and excitement are finally mixing, making one whiny baby. you pitch forward to press a kiss on her little fist.

that, at least, makes her look at you.

“excited, little pea?” you ask, brushing your thumb on the apple of her cheek.

“mhmm!” she says before turning back to her cartoons.

what a blessing she is.

simon pops out of the corner just then, crooning, “ready to go, peanut?”

your daughter squeals, scrambling to get off the couch to run towards simon. simon laughs, crouching down and opening his arms to embrace her, but she’s barrelling into him too fast, unable to stop, and it knocks her helmet against his chin.

“jesus–”

“daddy, go!” is all what your daughter says, so impatient and spoiled, and simon just coos again, finding no fault in her little demands.

“of course, of course.” he stands up. “let’s say bye to mommy?”

you stand then too, moving close to them carefully. your beloved angel turns at hearing simon’s words, her pudgy cheeks now rounder with her smile. “buh-bye!”

“bye bye, darlin’,” you reply, kissing her little fist again. “have fun with daddy, yeah? tell him to ride carefully because he’s got my whole world with him.” this you say to simon, playful and teasing.

simon scrunches his nose in reply—fatherhood looks so beautiful in him.

“don’t worry, love. y’know i’ll do everything to keep her safe,” he murmurs, pressing close to breathe you in. “we’ll be home in twenty. see you then.”

you kiss his jaw. “see you then, baby.”

your little angel waves her goodbyes again before they disappear to the garage, simon’s quiet murmurs filling up the space while your daughter hums in replies, still not yet ready for much words.

simon hefts himself up and places her in front of him, making sure that her helmet is secured and her jacket’s all zipped up. it is a quiet routine, one that simon completes with ferocious intensity. he’s never once skipped out on this, never once had been lazy with it, and it makes your heart warm.

he looks up after his final check, turning to you with one last wave, before he’s snapping his visor down and revving the engine. then they’re off.

later, simon will come back with a slumbering princess in his arms. you two make a quiet work on removing her helmet and her shoes, before simon takes her to sleep. then, he’ll slide in beside you, pull you in for cuddles, before recounting their little adventure to you.

IM SORRY THIS BECAME A RAMBLE AND ITS NOT EVEN ABOUT THE BIKE RIDE BUT ITS JUST :((( dad simon is so so precious

love you too vi and yes im gulping down rn as i type!!

#violet <3 #ask #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #dad simon riley

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old-people-like-avatar · 2 months

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Netflix Avatar the Last Airbender S1 - Overall Thoughts [SPOILERS]

I am a longtime fan of Avatar the Last Airbender. I did not watch it in its original 2005 run, but I discovered it in around 2010 after my good friend R.S. recommended it to me. It's been my #1 favorite TV show ever since and I have rewatched it more times than I can count. I was cautiously optimistic about NATLA.

Now, having watched the whole first season of NATLA, and looking at the season as a whole, I think the best word to describe it is uneven. I can't say that I loved it, and I can't say that I hated it. But there were things I really liked about it and things that really did not work for me. Overall, I enjoyed watching it -- if only to dissect what did and did not work about the adaptation -- and would want to watch more.

WHAT WORKED

Everything to do with Zuko and Iroh. I found myself going back through just to rewatch all of the Zuko and Iroh-related scenes. I thought Dallas Liu really nailed Zuko -- from tantrums about his journal being stolen to incredible action sequences to the boyish vulnerability of worrying about the laces on his gauntlets. He took an iconic character and made him his own. NATLA added some incredible scenes and lines to my favorite duo: Lu Ten's funeral (coupled with orchestral version of "Leaves from the Vine"); Zuko's first war council; Iroh choosing to go with Zuko on the boat; the 41st Division; Iroh putting a blanket on Zuko. And I liked that NATLA emphasized that Iroh needed Zuko in the wake of Lu Ten's death as much as Zuko needed Iroh after his mother left.

Daniel Dae Kim's interpretation of Ozai. Ozai in ATLA is kind of one-dimensional. Daniel Dae Kim's Ozai adds a deeper layer to him in that he genuinely seems to think he's doing legitimate parenting -- even going so far as to visit Zuko after burning his face and remarking, glibly, that he'll recover ("but he'll never heal," says Iroh). It adds an even more monstrous angle to his cruelty because Kim's Ozai seems to think he's doing it for his children's own good. This post perfectly encapsulates my feelings about why I thought the agni kai between Ozai and Zuko was an excellent addition to NATLA.

Zuko/Aang. These two bonding over goat hair brushes was the scene I never knew I needed. The way Aang managed to wrest a little smile out of Zuko in that scene before Zuko blew up at him for criticizing the Fire Lord? And the way that tied into the "Compassion is a sign of weakness" scene from the agni kai? Great character work.

WHAT DID NOT WORK

Dialogue. I already observed at length my dissatisfaction with the clunky, exposition-dumping dialogue in my episode-by-episode writeups. It certainly wasn't as bad as the Movie-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named, but . . . there was no art or subtlety to it, and no trust in the audience. A disappointment.

The GAang did not feel like family. The lack of breathing room in the 8-episode season meant that all of the "filler" episodes that fleshed out the relationships between Aang, Katara, and Sokka were sacrificed. I am not saying NATLA needed to recapture each of the filler episodes. But they needed to build the foundational bonds between the main trio with showing not telling and they really didn't. They separated them for big chunks of 2 episodes. And, really, they just felt like traveling companions. That took all of the emotional heft out of, well, everything related to Aang, Katara, and Sokka. I mean, frankly, the kid actors did a better job establishing the "family" dynamic just by being themselves in their press interviews than the show did with the characters.

Aang did not run away from responsibility. I am not one of those people that's just mad that the show wasn't exactly like the cartoon. No. What I mean is, even putting aside the cartoon, even if you just look at NATLA itself: their own themes were undercut by never showing Aang actually running away from responsibility. Each avatar seemed to be berating Aang for doing something he was never actually shown to be doing.

Katara. I really don't think this one is on the actress. Katara felt like a fundamentally different character from ATLA's Katara. It's not to say an adaption is not allowed to have their own interpretation of a character, but... I just did not understand NATLA Katara. There was no passion, no rage, no overbearing nurturing. She was... I don't know what she was. Traumatized, yes, but nothing grew out of that trauma? Meek, until the plot demanded that she suddenly become a waterbending master without any guidance other than a waterbending scroll? The "younger sister"? More than any of the main characters, I'm not sure what NATLA was trying to say about Katara at all. And, as a result, I'm afraid the word to describe it might be uninteresting. And given that she is the heart and soul of Team Avatar, this one was really tough.

Despite the fact that a lot of NATLA did not work for me, I still enjoyed it because the things that did work for me, well, really worked. So. I'm here for all of the Zuko/Iroh scenes!

#avatar the last airbender #atla #a:tla #avatar: the last airbender #netflix atla #natla #netflix avatar #live action avatar

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silverskye13 · 2 years

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"I'm telling you Doc, one minute we're just talking and making dye, and everything is normal, and then suddenly the sky turns black and a fell wind picks up-- it was scary!"

"Mm-hmm."

"And then get this my dude, Wels's voice gets all twisted and sinister, and he starts quoting the Red King. He wasn't even in Third Life!"

"Sounds spooky - hold this please?"

Ren took hold of the wrench Doc offered to him begrudgingly. He'd been busy pacing and talking and now he was being forced to stand still. Not that he was nervous, or needed the nervous habit of pacing in circles. It's just… well it sure made talking about this easier. It made it feel a little less like he was talking about problems and more like he was just… talking. Which was silly anyway since he wasn’t talking about problems, not really. This wasn’t a problem. It was just one weird, unsettling thing that happened. That was Hermitcraft for you. Weird unsettling things happened all the time, and normally they just ran off his shoulders like water. This shouldn’t be bothering him - it wasn’t bothering him. He was absolutely, completely unbothered. So he was perfectly fine to stand there holding Doc’s wrench, waiting patiently to hand it back to him.

“Was that all that happened?” Doc prompted him from the underside of the redstone machine he was working on. Ren had been too definitely-not-unsettled to ask him what it was. It seemed to be on the more mundane side of Doc’s contraptions.

“Oh, well Welsknight’s voice sounded kinda funny.”

“Funny like haha funny, or funny like my-friend-just-got-possessed funny?”

“Definitely the second one.”

“Was The Entity nearby?”

“Doc.”

“What?” Ren couldn’t see Doc’s expression underneath the piston structure Doc was working under, but he could recognize the smile in his voice. “It’s not like possession is exactly new around here. Me and you spent ahm… two weeks? Possessed? Last season.”

“Right.”

“And then you and Grimdog were very possession-y.”

“Well… yeah I guess.”

Doc’s hand emerged from the machine, and Ren handed him back the wrench. A loud bang reverberated from underneath Doc’s machine where he banged it against something, and Ren ducked down to make sure nothing was broken. The banging came again, more insistent this time. Ren chuckled. “You’ve got a hammer, my dude.”

“Why use a hammer when a wrench will work just fine?”

“Doc, you’re insane.” Ren shook his head chastisingly, as if Doc could see it beneath the mechanics. "Give me the dang wrench."

The wrench came sliding out from underneath the machine with a long metallic ring. “The hammer is in the--”

“I know where your toolbox is, brother.” Ren rolled his eyes and grabbed up the wrench. It was one of the long ones he’d seen people in cartoons use as weapons, and as such was much heavier than he figured it would be when he picked it up. Ren hefted it onto his shoulder with a grunt, marveled for a moment about how in the world Doc had pushed it out to him so easily, and meandered over to Doc’s toolbox. He dropped the wrench and shuffled through the tools, frowning in quiet puzzlement when no hammer magically appeared on the workbench anywhere.

“The hammer is in the kitchen,” Doc called, his voice grinning.

“Why is it in the kitchen?”

“D’you ever just get the desire to know how the microwave works?”

“So you took a hammer to it?”

There was a pause that matched the convenient length for a shrug. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Well now I know why you keep asking when the next braai is,” Ren sighed. “I’ll be right back.”

Doc’s laughter followed him into the house, where the closed walls cut it off abruptly. It was a nice build, one of Doc’s ecopunk prototypes, and the sandstone walls felt warm with seeping sunlight. Ren passed the long mirror on the way to the kitchen, giving his reflection a sidelong glance as he walked. Once, one of Doc’s prototype machines had caught fire while he was taking a break to make some lunch. The machine had been ruined, as had several hours of work on a uniquely diagonaled roof. Ever since then, if his house had a connecting workshop, Doc put in a set of mirrors that let him look into the workshop. Ren thought it was kinda creepy in a vaguely superstitious way. Being able to see so much of the house meant no corner was truly blind, and therefore everything could be a threat if you squinted at it hard enough. He was waiting for the day he’d walk in from Doc’s workshop only to see that six rooms over some axe-wielding murderer was spying on him.

The mirrors did, however, show Ren where the hammer was in the kitchen, along with the rather sad looking scraps of Doc’s microwave. Ren let out a disdainful tsk! at the mess on the counter, shrugged, and made his way back towards the workshop. He passed one mirror that glanced between the kitchen, the living room, and the workshop, and eyed it suspiciously, searching the corners of Doc’s house. He walked out of its view, then passed in front of the long mirror facing Doc’s workshop.

Ren froze.

The reflection he was looking at wasn’t him.

Or, well, it was him, but it was a him that was a few inches taller with gray skin and cheekbones gaunt and sharp enough to sharpen a knife on. He was giving a tight-lipped scowl, even though Ren could definitely feel his jaw hanging open. The mirrored image of himself had its ears pinned back much like Ren’s, but their backward turn much more reflected the bristling of an angry wolf, and much less his own startled-dog response. There was a mantle of fur around his shoulders, a vicious ax scar still bleeding in places on his neck, and his crown, an unpolished and ruddy gold, sunk into his face just beneath his eyes, blinding him. The twisted metal was so tight where it rested, beads of blood trickled down the bridge of his nose and where the crown dug into his temples.

Ren, understandably, gaped at the reflection peering back at him. His heart jumped in his chest, and the hair on the back of his neck bristled. The fur on the mantled cloak bristled in tandem. Ren blinked, and he swallowed, and watched his adam’s apple bob just above the ax scar.

“D… Doc?” Ren stammered, his throat suddenly dry. His reflection mirrored him perfectly, as it should, and the teeth of his reflection looked filed to points. “Wh… what the hell is up with your mirrors, dude?”

Ren slowly leaned away from the mirror, looking around the corner to the one he’d passed in the kitchen. His reflection there was perfectly normal, if not a little pale from the scare. Ren leaned back again, and the mirror in front of him was unchanged -- twisted golden crown and all. Ren squinted - a motion he could only see his reflection mirror in the way his nose scrunched and the crown sank on his brown - and he hesitantly held up his hand. The claws mirrored back at him were just as vicious as the teeth, fingertips coated in blood like he was fresh off of slaughtering something.

“Jeez.”

The word sounded weird when his reflection looked so intimidating. He reached his hand forward to touch the glass. The hand that mirrored his moved to match - and then lurched forward. Ren’s startled gasp smothered in his throat as the bloody hand reached through the mirror to wrap around his throat. It dragged him towards the mirror, and in his rush to brace himself against the mirror’s frame, he dropped the hammer with a loud clatter.

“What’s the matter, laddie,” The Red King growled, “I’ve not scared ye, have I?”

Ren wanted to quip something back, but his mind had gone blank in the wake of a wave of fear - and the knuckle of The Red King’s thumb was currently braced against his windpipe, making it incredibly hard to breathe. He pulled Ren closer to the mirror, like he intended to pull him inside, or crush him against the glass, or whatever it was evil doubles grabbing you through a mirror did once they’d grabbed you. Ren’s arms shook as he tried to pull away, but it felt like trying to drag a wall. The Red King’s grip was a vice, and he held Ren undaunted.

“I find it funny, ye have yer Wels speak my likeness and yet yer still surprised when I answer your call.” Their faces were so close, Ren should be able to feel The Red King’s breath on his face, but he can’t. It’s a dumb thing to notice, especially when he should be focusing on breathing, or breaking free, or any other number of more important things, but that’s what his frantic mind latches onto. The glass doesn’t even fog when The Red King speaks, even though Ren can feel the growl of his voice in the center of his chest. “Ye would have known of me soon enough. I am not a coward who waits on his enemy to strike first. I have tasted death once lad, and I will not taste it again o’er the likes of ye.”

Ren wheezes a breath and tries to stammer something. Something along the lines of I don’t know what you’re talking about or this doesn’t seem like a fair fight or let’s talk about this but he can’t breathe past The Red King’s grip hardly at all. Spots are starting to swim in his vision like fireflies, and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel it harsh against The Red King’s grip, and his arms are starting to feel like rubber.

Doc’s hand, the angry-looking redstone and metal one, clamped down on The Red King’s wrist. His breath was a hiss, as was every gear and servo and circuit in his arm as he said, “Let him go, and I won’t snap your arm in half.”

Ren’s vision was swimming, more phosphorescent dots than vision, but he could still see enough to watch The Red King grin.

“Ye always did surround yerself with strong people, Ren. Stronger than ye ever were.”

The Red King pulled, and one of Ren’s arms buckled, and his face pressed dangerously close to the mirror before Doc managed to recover and pull back. He braced his shoulder against the wall and swore.

“But ye made me stronger, didn’t ye laddie? Strong enough to fight yer battles for ye. Strong enough to live, so ye could die and abandon yer army to their fate.”

Ren’s head was swimming. He managed to grunt through gritted teeth, “Doc-- the glass--!”

His vision swam dark and his grip slipped at the same time the mirror shattered. The hand on his throat vanished, and Ren gasped in a breath of air that was nearly kicked out of him again as he and Doc fell backwards. They landed heavy against the wall behind them and slumped to the floor, Ren cushioned against Doc the whole way down as he focused on gasping and breathing. His vision cleared of its dancing lights, but the phantom of the grip on his neck ached. In front of him, the mirror dripped red down its fractured surface, and Ren was scared for a moment that The Red King had found some horrific way to crawl through the cracks. Until he realized Doc’s hand wrapped around him, the organic one, the one he’d used to punch the mirror, was bleeding from a dozen fresh cuts.

“I meant - gasp - I meant th-the hammer - gasp - m-my dude.”

“Ah,” Doc said flatly, flexing his hand. Something popped worryingly, and Ren figured it was broken somewhere. “I panicked.”

“That’s… fair.”

“Out of all the hels,” Doc gulped shakily, “yours had to be the one stronger than my redstone arm. I was saving that line for something badass.”

Ren laughed, and it wheezed in a ragged mess through his sore throat. “It was still kind of badass.”

“It wasn’t, but thanks.”

Ren slipped his arms around Doc’s chest, because he kind of needed a hug right now and they were already halfway there anyway, what with him landing basically in Doc’s lap. He was trying not to hyperventilate, because the panic was starting to set in, and he thought it was already hard enough to breathe anyway. One of the shards of the broken mirror was dangerously close to his foot, and Ren kicked it away, suddenly scared The Red King would find a way to crawl out of it. Doc hugged him back with all the fervor of someone who was thinking way too hard about what might have happened if he’d been a few seconds slower coming down the hallway.

When they recovered, Doc took down all the mirrors in his house while Ren waited in the garage, trying not to glance his reflection in any of the windows.

[ @countthelions I've once again infected a good idea with my drama but this is inspired by your comments today ]

#the barking writer #rendog #docm77 #The Red King Hels #the red king #helsmits #this a follow-up to the one i wrote yesterday #the red king is unimpressed with ren but thats standard fair for helsmets i think

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shitposting4squares · 1 year

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Pizza Tower/Evil dead crossover Peppino

He had to cut off his own hand to stop from turning into a pizza monster, and he’s mad as hell about it. Also I decided to give him a sleeve harness for his BIG HONKIN PIZZA CUTTER BUZZSAW cus it looked strange on the end of his more noodle looking arm. And this gives him more heft and motion. I’ll put what I’ve got so far about the au under a readmore.

So a chain restaurant opens in a historic landmark, the tower, where during renovation they accidentally unearth an ancient spooky power. Which gets harnessed by the human who would soon become PizzaHead.

Setting off a very monkey's paw be careful what you wish for situation, cus the guy basically wanted a “pizza empire”. He meant that in terms of creating a huge and wealthy corporation, but the tower magic took it literally. So now not only is it spawning armies of pizza monsters, but Pizzahead has the power to turn humans into more pizza monsters.

So he starts by inviting all the owners of the local businesses to the restaurant part of the tower for a little get together before the grand opening.Targeting them first to cut down the competition and ensure the maximum amount of customers would instead be visiting his restaurant. This being the moment that first gets everyone scared, as a 6+ foot tall man made out of cheese with a pizza for a face bursts into the restaurant. Acting like some kind of unhinged cartoon clown, and trying to get the people who haven't eaten the free pizza yet to try some. Though it seems like his presence speeds up the pizza monster transformations. As the ones who were infected start to turn, while Gustavo, Mr. stick, and Peppino escape into the tower.

So in this instance, the bosses are other humans who showed up to the party and got turned into pizza monsters as part of Pizzaheads army. Like pepperman used to be the owner of an arts and crafts store. Vigilante was a farmer who restaurants would sometimes buy meat and veggies from locally. Noise and Noisette were a young couple involved in journalism who were covering the opening of the new restaurant. And some of the other one-off monsters could be other local business owners.

Peppino never ate any of the pizza, but he did get a slice of it shoved into his hand by pizzahead when he showed up and terrified everyone by being an unhinged pizza monster, and it took him a moment before dropping it. So after a bit of adventuring, it turns out his hand is infected, and he's gotta cut it off to keep the pizza transformation from spreading. As his screaming and comically slamming his cheese and pepperoni hand on various walls does little more than stun the cheese hand in a cartoony sorta way (Like with stars spinning over it’s head).

After a building of panic as the cheese starts to spread over his wrist, he cuts it off in a grocery store-like location within the tower with a industrial strength pizza cutter, that is really more like a big buzzsaw, splattering himself with his own blood. Though the pizza monsters are threatening to break in, so he attaches the big buzzsaw to his stump arm, and goes on a blind rage chainsaw massacre style rampage. Eventually collapsing from blood loss and overexertion in the abandoned looking Bruno's pizza when it looks like he’s killed all the monsters nearby.

He wakes up with something trying to force his mouth open, and it's his severed cheese hand. He tries to kill it, but it tricks him into screaming and it's able to get into his mouth. He tries to puke it out, but instead he pukes out a whole grey shirt Peppino clone, which he screams at, it screams back, and it melts into inert goo. He vomits a few more times, with a similar outcome of spawning a short lived lumpy looking clone of himself, and he's able too look inside his mouth in a reflective surface, and his mouth and throat is full of goopy hands. No longer made of cheese, but more looking made out of melty rubber skin. So he quickly boils a pot of water and drinks the boiling water while screaming and swearing much like how it goes down in army of darkness, with the clones screaming as the boiling water hits them. A very brief moment for Peppino to catch his breath, hoping it's over, but then stuff starts growing under his skin, and he undergoes a rapid, but disturbing mitosis.

The two Peppinos pulling apart and falling to the ground. With Peppino having a moment of excitement as his hand has grown back

But he spots his doppelganger and scrambles to his feet, fake Peppino currently being a perfect mirror of him. Matching Peppino’s looks and movements exactly. Peppino takes a moment to process how weird this is, doing stuff like moving his arm and hand, with Fake Peppino mirroring the motion, before trying to back away slowly. But when he takes a step back, fake pep steps forward. And again. Before Peppino tries to book it, and fake pep lunges after him, causing him to scream, and fake pep screams back, revealing himself as a warped goo monster, and the chase is on. And that’s as far as I’ve got with the au so far. Can let me know if you have any ideas to expand on the au with.

#peppino #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower #evil dead #au #spooky #pizza head #fake peppino #army of darkness

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eiirisworkshop · 23 days

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Title: Sleepy Time (Not Mine) Rated: E Length: ~ 2k Summary: Aftercare cuddles, sleepy morning sex, and breakfast with his…well, "fuck buddies" isn't quite the right term for either of them, is it? Terminology difficulties aside, Angel's having a pretty good time in his relationships with both Alastor and Husk.

Excerpt:

“I believe this is yours,” Alastor said tightly, more than half supporting a very naked, clingy, somewhat damp Angel.

“Not mine,” Husk corrected quickly, taking Angel from him, “but something I do take care of. Caro, you okay?”

“Mmhmmm,” Angel hummed, nuzzling into Husk’s neck.

“He’s fine.” Alastor straightened the collar of his shirt. “Just having a remarkably…snuggly comedown that you are far better equipped to handle.” He poked Husk to step back and lay a hand on the doorknob. “Goodnight.” He shut the door.

Angel’s arms that weren’t already slung around Husk’s shoulders wound around his waist.

Husk took a breath. “Okay, c’mere you.”

He hooked an arm under Angel’s legs, hefted him awkwardly, and tried to lay him on the bed but wound up more or less dropping and falling on top of him, tangled in his arms.

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #aroace alastor

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lunatriense · 7 months

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Fluffy Pyrruby camping trip, for @puppet-limbo

"Really? This is your first time?"

Pyrrha saw herself blush in silver eyes wide with shock. "I'm afraid so." She turned her gaze to the little pile of gear in the back of the borrowed truck they'd brought into the woods so that she might avoid Ruby's incredulous stare.

"But… you were so good in the forest! You seemed right at home!"

"Yes, well…" she picked up the packed tent and turned to face Ruby once more. "I can fight in the woods well enough, but that's quite a bit different from camping, much less wilderness survival."

"Well… yeah, okay, but what about the leaves then?" Ruby tilted her head, looking up to Pyrrha as they crossed paths before hefting a little bundle of firewood. "Every time we go out, you always pick up a new leaf."

Pyrrha chuckled and looked back over her shoulder. "I find them quite beautiful. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Sure, they're really pretty, but usually only outdoorsy people do stuff like that."

"Perhaps. Nevertheless, I'm very much a city girl." With a few gestures of her hand to direct her Semblance, Pyrrha quickly assembled the tent.

"How many kinds of leaf can you find in cities?"

Pyrrha smiled and slowly shook her head. "It isn't about how many kinds, it's about the memories they represent. I've collected dozens of maple leaves alone from the Argus city park, each one a little different. Oaks and birches, too. They remind me of good things," she hesitated briefly, her voice falling a little, "and some not so good things that bear remembering even so."

"Oh." Ruby dropped the firewood and knelt down to begin making a little pit. "Kinda like the spent casings I keep, then."

"Very much so, I should think." Her cheer restored, Pyrrha knelt beside Ruby to help.

"That's cool. Do you have a favourite?"

"Several. Some from home, that maple from the Forever Fall, a laurel from my first championship," she glanced to Ruby from the corner of her eye, her smile gaining that playful edge it sometimes did. "A few rose petals…"

"Rose petals?" Ruby turned to face Pyrrha, tilting her head quizzically. "Those aren't exactly leaves though, are they?"

"Not exactly."

"Then why-?" Ruby's eyes widened as she made the connection. "O-oh!" Now it was her turn to blush.

Pyrrha couldn't keep a soft giggle from passing her lips. "Those might just be my very favourite, in fact."

Ruby's blush deepened, and she reflexively pulled her hood up. Her voice came tiny, the way a cartoon mouse's might. "Be… cause of me?"

"Because of you." Pyrrha reached over into Ruby's hood to caress her cheek. "But don't worry; you will always be my very favourite Rose."

Ruby looked about like a rose just now. "Dinner! We, uh… we should have dinner. Y'know, before the sun sets." She shot to her feet like a rocket and quick-stepped to the truck.

Pyrrha giggled again, just watching her momentarily. Gods, but she was just so adorable. She still got so flustered, even months after they'd officially been dating. And it was her that initiated things! An adoring smile spread over Pyrrha's features. To be honest, she was still terribly flattered to know her little Rose had been harbouring a crush on her since initiation.

Ruby returned with the ingredients for a simple stew which she presently began preparing, fidgeting all the while. Pyrrha sighed softly; she'd better give Ruby a little space to calm down before she hurt herself. She stood and stepped over to her girlfriend, cautiously stopping Ruby's knife with her Semblance. "I'll go fetch some water." She leaned down to give Ruby a soft kiss on the cheek before taking a pair of pails from the truck; judging by her little squeak and jump, it was a good thing Pyrrha thought about the knife.

Their chosen campsite wasn't far from a stream, but Pyrrha took her time to admire the woods and tuck a few interesting-looking leaves into her sash. Once she supposed Ruby had likely composed herself, Pyrrha crouched by the stream to fill up the pails and headed back, but as she drew near the campsite a sharp crack and lower crunch froze her blood in her veins.

Grimm? Out here, so far from civilisation? What if Ruby was still flustered and didn't notice in time? With a quick application of her Semblance, Pyrrha crushed the pails together into a pair of makeshift short swords and quickened her pace, head turning this way and that in search of the Grimm. Until she heard Ruby shriek, that is; she set off into a sprint before the sound had finished ringing in her ears.

Please be alright… you have to be alright!!

It took only seconds for Pyrrha to burst from the treeline into the little clearing where they'd chosen to make camp. "RUBY!!" Pyrrha cried urgently, halfway to the truck gate where her lover had been working before she registered what she was seeing. Ruby wasn't there, but rather past the truck at the far edge of the clearing staring at Pyrrha with wide eyes. Just past her, and also staring, were a mother deer — or elk? Pyrrha never could tell — and her young fawn, the latter frozen in mid-bite with a carrot hanging from its mouth.

"Pyrrha? Uhh… are you… is everything okay??"

Ruby's awkward but unfrightened tone, paired with the looks she was getting from all three of her watchers, set Pyrrha's face afire.

"I…yes, I'm fine…" she lied, her heart thundering in her ears and hands shaking with adrenaline sans outlet. "Are you alright?"

"Yyyyyeah… I was just feeding my new friend here." Ruby briefly glanced to the deer, then back to Pyrrha. "Are you sure? I don't remember you having those." Her eyes flicked to the pails-turned-swords.

"I thought…" Pyrrha swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. "I heard Grimm in the forest, and then you screamed and I…" She felt wetness building in her eyes. "I thought…" She dropped her swords and darted over to Ruby — the deer leapt back warily — scooping her up in a tight embrace to which Ruby responded with a surprised squeak. "I thought I'd lost you…" Pyrrha's voice quavered and she buried her face in the crook of Ruby's neck.

Ruby squirmed momentarily, then stilled and hugged Pyrrha back. When her much-bigger girlfriend didn't relax her hold, she tapped Pyrrha's shoulder several times in rapid succession and croaked out, "Can't breathe!"

Pyrrha gave a little start and set Ruby down. "I'm sorry!"

Ruby gasped for breath for a few seconds, leaning forward and bracing herself on her knees as she did so. She shook her head emphatically. "Sorry… didn't mean… to scare you." She took a long, even deeper breath and straightened. "Don't worry… there's no Grimm here. That was just these guys." She swept her arm back to the deer — rather, where they'd been; there was no sign of them now.

Pyrrha's face remained crimson, but she didn't care. Ruby was safe, that's all that mattered.

Ruby looked back to where she'd been feeding the deer, then to the ruined pails, then back to Pyrrha. "You really are a city girl."

A relieved yet strained laugh burst from Pyrrha's throat and she nodded vehemently. "I told you."

"Well that's okay." Ruby smiled up to her, half-stepping closer and rising up on her tiptoes to give her a quick kiss. "Why don't we go get the water together? I think there's an old thermos behind the seat."

Her heart rate finally not too far off normal, Pyrrha smiled and nodded. "Yes, please."

Ruby's smile grew just a touch as she returned the nod, then hopped over to the truck's cabin and dug around momentarily, coming up with a victorious cheer and holding aloft a banged-up thermos. Stepping back over, she took Pyrrha's hand with interlocked fingers and the two of them set off into the trees amid deep shadows cast by the now-fiery sunlight.

#pyrruby #milk & cereal #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #rwby fic #fanfic #my writing

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So the live action ATLA show is really good.

It's not perfect—no piece of media ever is—but it's very good.

There are a few characterization changes and exact ways they recontextualize story beats I don't agree with, but for the most part the changes between the cartoon and the new show are either just necessary due to the change in medium (including the new show being condensed), or are perfectly reasonable creative decisions.

When a piece of media gets adapted or remade, the people making the new version make creative decisions about how they're going to retell the story, and that means changing parts of it. If you're just remaking the whole thing exactly the same, there's no reason to remake it.

Of the creative choices made in this live action remake, there are many that are very much not the choices I would've made, but only maybe two or three that I actually think were mistakes, and many that are wonderful

The cast is good—Sokka is goddamn perfect—and the production design is beautiful. The costume department in particular is reveling in the inspiration of the source material and opportunity live action gives to work with much greater detail than animation can typically afford. Some of the wigs could have been better, and I am perpetually frustrated with production designers and cosplayers alike when it comes to not committing to Zuko's burn, but the overall look of the show is very rich and coherent.

The fight choreography is great fun, very Hong Kong kung fu flavored in places.

The rendering of bending is excellent, it really looks like what that kind of elemental manipulation would, the immersion only broken at times by some actors struggling to believably move or hold themselves as though hefting weight or exerting force. Especially among background cast, though, I can't find it in myself to fault them too hard for that. Miming force where there's nothing—naught but CG—is extremely difficult.

The vast majority of complaints I'm seeing about this new show boil down to "it's not exactly like the cartoon or exactly the adaptation I, the complainer, would have made, therefore it's irredeemably bad."

To anyone who's on the fence about watching because of seeing those kinds of complaints, I encourage you to give the new show a try, and approach it with the understanding that this is a different show telling the same story but in a different way.

It's not perfect, but it sure is fun, and it's worth letting yourself enjoy it for what it is.

#eiiri has thoughts #avatar the last airbender #atla netflix

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International Women's Day promo, with transcript & further clips below the cut

ND Stevenson: When I was a little girl, I always loved scifi and fantasy. I looked so hard for the female characters in those stories, and so often they're very hard to find at all. Taking She-Ra and the Princesses of Power into today's era was a dream project for me. It's just like a really cool show.

Child 1: I love Scorpia. She's not afraid to show her inner feelings. She wants to like, cut her hair short. She's also insanely bubbly.

Aimee Carrero, voice of She-Ra/Adora: I didn't grow up with cartoons about… a girl, doing things in the world. It was about a guy and the girls who loved him.

Child 2: Watching She-Ra, it was really powerful to see that women were actually the heroes.

Lauren Ash, voice of Scorpia: So it's important to remind and--and show kids that no matter what you look like--yeah! There's a place for every one of you.

Child 3: It's so cool to have so many different-looking princesses.

Child 4: I like how it's just not boys being hav--being super-strong.

One of the children in an exaggerated voice: Onward! [the children heft toy Swords of Protection and start chasing each other and giggling]

Merit Leighton, voice of Frosta: The cast should be as diverse as real life. And as the world is.

Child 5: I feel like, because I'm not like, a stick--like all the cartoons in most shows. She-Ra inspires me to be, like more confident in myself?

Child 6: When I watch it just makes me, like… I wanna be brave too!

Vella Lovell, voice of Mermista: To see yourself on screen is to have someone say to you, "Your dreams are possible."

Krystal Joy Brown, voice of Netossa: It's time for us to be able to be at the helm of our own stories, and to also not be shy of our power.

Marcus Scribner, voice of Bow: It's super important for girls to see characters like Bow, to let them know that males are out there supporting them.

Child 4, in reaction to something offscreen: Holy mackerel!

Lauren Ash: 'Cause things are changing guys, I don't know if you know that, but it's a really exciting time.

Princess of Power. Everything is power. Princess of Power! It's just like, good to listen to, actually.

Karen Fukuhara, voice of Glimmer: I hope that our show inspires kids to be… anything that they wanna be.

ND Stevenson: This world is a place where all of them can be empowered to fight their own battles, and fight the good fight. And that's what this show is all about.

All 8 Children: For the honor of Grayskull!

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Merit Leighton clip: I mean, the show is so diverse, so it's great that they're… that they have cast people that are like their roles, in their roles. And I feel like that's how it should be everywhere.

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Dreamworks also had a page up here with a brief article with the following pdfs:

She-Ra IWD Video Discussion Guide - stimulate important discussion amongst children

My Hero Book - find your inner balanced hero

Labyrinth Game - call upon the strengths and skills of others

Heroic Support Pyramid Game - strive for greater balance in our world

and some canned stuff on diversity which you can click through to read, idt it needs to be on here. I should note that Balance for Better was the "theme" of International Women's Day that year.

oh! and some shareable pngs of select characters to show people you like women, or balance, or whatever. like, really select characters. only 8 of them. honestly kind of a tragedy bc the comedic potential of Light Hope with a big #BALANCE FOR BETTER cannot be overstated. balance must be restored indeed. here are some links to those:

She-Ra

Perfuma

Mermista

Bow

Glimmer

Spinnerella

Netossa

Frosta

#transcripts #interviews #international women's day

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cauldronofmorning · 10 months

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I... don’t really know what this is? DeeDennis fic/meme thing of that poetry/ship ask game going around. Trigger warning for all sorts, rape, extremely dubious consent, mentions of Barbara and her various abuse, self harm, addiction and obviously incest.

1 Who would be first to to bite down anc consume the flesh of the other, euphoric in the taste and the heft and the slide of the blood

Dennis has fantasies about it, but Dee is the first one to do it, sinking her teeth into his wrist after he threatens to rape her dead body if she doesn’t shut up. Dennis keeps the bloodstained flannel.

2. who is the ant and who is the ophiocordyceps fungus?

Dee completely thinks that she might be a good person if Dennis hadn’t infected everything about her.

3. who is the dog and who is the master?

Dennis gets off on the thought of having Dee on a leash and parading her around, but something in him likes when he gets upset and her hands trail his skin, a mix of comfort and objectifying, like mom used to.

4 when the roles are blurred or reversed who would be first to die and how? would it be by bulletwound? the phallic blade? strangulation?

Dennis has this plan in ten years of shooting Dee in a place where she would take a while to die, and then shooting himself in the same place, so they both have the same hole and they can expire in each other’s arms.

5. Cocaine or Heroin?

they’ve watched each other get dicked down by some random drug dealer (never Cricket, Dennis would gouge out the other eye if the fucker touched what has always been his) in order to get crack again. Their little secret... amongst all the other ones.

6. who licks up the other’s cigarette ash?

Sometimes Dennis’s God Hole feels like it’s growing with rot, and he needs some kind of punishment to centre himself and take his rightful place as ruler of Paddys. Dee doesn’t even like smoking, but she likes him crawling.

7 who is julius caesar and who is brutus?

If Dee stabbed Dennis, finally having enough of... everything, she would keep the body in her flat. Not as a trophy, she’s not like him, but to see him go soft and blue and finally melt away. She would then leave Paddys, and do something, anything with her life, as there was no more reason to stick around.

8. who is jesus and who is judas?

When she’s on top, Dee will dig her nails into the palms of Dennis’s hands, and think about the sex doll where the skin would always smooth out no matter what they did to it.

9. did jesus want it? did julius caesar know it was coming? are the betrayed ever proud?

Dennis always wants it, even when he zones out during sex and Dee will drag him to watch cartoons instead. Dee on the other hand has said no when she means yes, and yes when she means no. If the tears come when she’s drinking beer later, she’ll know what she meant.

10. who is irrumatus and who is irrumans? who is pedicatus and who is pedicans?

Seeing the other one choke and drool and their make-up get ruined as they gag on dick or strap is always so fucking funny. Dee has to beg for anal because Dennis likes her begging, and Dee has pegged Dennis exactly once because he got small and compliant after in a way that just made her feel shitty instead of powerful.

11. did they ever kiss and why not?

Dee kissed Dennis under the Jersey Shore boardwalk when they were nine, had this small feeling like she finally won against him and her mom. She’ll do everything with him but that in Philly, no matter how much he digs her tongue into her mouth.

12 if they are two sides of the same coin who is heads and who is tails

They’ll both say heads.

13. and if the coin was the holey dollar?

Dennis has a giant gaping hole inside him, Dee still sees the gaping scar on her wrist she promised to make if mom wouldn’t stop telling any friend they deserved better than Deandra. The only way to get Barbara to back down was to damage her trophies. Apparently.

14. And if the dog bit back? 15 and if the dog bit back? 16 and if the dog bit back? 17 and if the dog bit back? 18 and if the dog bit back? 19 and if the dog bit back?

Dennis is going to torture Dee some more so next Dee Day will be totally concentrated on breaking him again.

20. Who buys the other flowers?

After finding out Dennis wanted something for Valentine’s, Dee gets fancy flowers and steals rat skins from Charlie so she can scatter them in the box. Makes her gag, and they don’t talk about it, but he always kisses her after like she’s the only person in the world.

#deedennis #trash twins #the reynolds implication #fic

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I am just going outside and may be some time: Star Trek EV Suits

By Ames

It’s been a minute since A Star to Steer Her By did all of our blogposts on Starfleet uniforms (here’s one to get you started!), and we’re finally letting out our inner Project Runway judge again. This time, we’re looking at all the environmental suits in Star Trek – definitely a costume that should hold function well above form, but this is television after all, so sometimes not so much.

Can you survive in the vacuum of space in all of these? In any of these? And which ones have that day-to-night aesthetic that will have Heidi Klum wanting it for her own closet? Read on below to see all the images I could muster of EV suits, skydiving suits, and what might just be a speedskating suit with a helmet. You can also listen to our usual banter on this week’s podcast episode (discussion at 50:48). Now wait for the airlock doors to completely cycle, and out we go!

[Images © CBS/Paramount, Star Trek Timelines, probably others]

The Original Series

In “The Tholian Web” we are treated to an amazingly 60s take on a futuristic spacesuit, and it is a thing to behold. Looking back on this from today’s standards, the TOS EV suit is definitely retro looking, and like the uniforms of the era, they are very conscious of using color every chance they get. The vibrant gel-tone tubes and contraptions that stripe their way up and down the body and arms are definitely “doing science,” and the big pen cap of a helmet may obstruct your view in most directions but still looks sharp as nails!

The Animated Series

When Star Trek went animated in the 70s, literally every decision about the quaint, often dopey cartoon show was made to save money. We’ve railed on this before in our coverage of the short-lived series (full playlist on SoundCloud!), but the animation just looked so cheap. So cheap, in fact, that they couldn’t even be bothered to design and animate EV suits and instead concocted the effortless solution of using a belt that would outline the character in yellow highlighter. It’s actually a brilliant move in-world, but we will never hear of it again.

TOS Films

The films had more budget than the show. Waaaay more budget. So the EV suits that we see in The Motion Picture and The Wrath of Khan are actually professional looking. These are spacesuits that we could actually envision astronauts wearing and functioning entirely. The colors are… very 70s. Drab browns and burnt siennas like the paneling on a Winnebago. And the knitting on the arms and pants are… also very 70s. But these costumes are definitely worth the extra cost, which was literally any cost at all compared to what we just saw above.

Generations and Voyager

Orbital skydiving suit

Okay, I’m including the orbital skydiving suits from the scene cut from Generations and that we finally get to see Torres wear in “Extreme Risk” because I think they’re snazzy as hell. Unlike other EV suits, these ones are specifically made to be able to tolerate breaking atmosphere without baking you like a cake. All the little mirrored squares accomplish so much and yet are so simple – it’s easy just looking at them to understand they do something to combat that whole cake problem. How? Who cares, they’re shiny!

First Contact, Deep Space Nine, and Voyager

We probably see these uniforms the most since they got reused considerably after their debut in First Contact, and you know what? They’re pretty solid. Unlike the gloriously campy TOS EV suits, these suits allow for more field of view from their very traditional helmets. They have adequate heft to them to make us understand that they are doing something to keep you alive. And the colorful glowing buttons kinda harken back to all the candylike panels of the original Enterprise bridge!

Enterprise

Let’s go back to an even earlier Enterprise though! One thing we discussed in both our uniforms discussion and our starships discussion is that Enterprise as a series does a really great job of bridging the aesthetics gap between the known tech of today and all the Trek designs of the show. And their EV suits are no different. The big helmets and general shape of the suits just scream “I am a normal astronaut.” The brown color on the other hand… it’s kinda a chin scratcher why they did that.

“First Flight”

We do also get a quick look at an even earlier suit from the episode “First Flight” when we see some Archer flashbacks. These are more flight suits than EV suits, but I’m going to make you look at them anyway. If you thought the Enterprise suits above did a good job looking like they could be what NASA designs in the future, as I just told you to think, then these flight suits could probably be taken off the rack at NASA headquarters today. They’re orange. They’re unpressurized so they just look like normal cloth. They’re super practical. Check, check, and check.

Star Trek (2009)

Color me surprised to find out that the first time we see EV suits in department colors is in the Kelvin movies. These suits are actually pretty sleek, with slimming color blocking on the torso that would have these things selling off the shelves at any fashion outlet. The straps that cross the chest are assumably for the parachute pack and of course feature probably the most tasteful delta insignia we’ve seen, especially compared to the Kelvin duty uniforms that go overboard with the things.

Into Darkness

Thermal protection suit

Well, if I included the orbital skydiving suit already, then I might as well include the volcano suit from Into Darkness. It accomplishes a similar goal: to withstand a truly inhospitable environment full of lava and extreme heat. Even the look is similar to the tons of little glass squares of Torres’s skydiving costume, but these squares are a fiery orange to make the scene look even hotter. Speaking of hot, I would be remiss if I neglected to mention the biggest selling point: that absolutely majestic cod piece we see on Spock which Caitlin dubbed the “loins flare.” Oh my.

Thruster suit

Okay, here’s where my suspension of belief crashes down in the artificial gravity. These skintight suits look more like apparel for skiing or speedskating than they do for surviving even for a couple of seconds in space. The helmets look like what you’d wear bobsledding, luging, or skeletoning. So basically what we’re determining is that the thruster suits in Into Darkness look more like they belong in nearly any sport in the winter Olympics than in Star Trek. Someone please put these on an ice dancer and maybe I’ll be happy.

Discovery

Season 1

The aesthetic of Discovery tends to be over designed because we see time and again just way too much flair and nothing looking particularly practical. We saw it in the random deltas in the paneling of the uniforms. We see it in their visually overwhelming mirror universe designs. And we see it in this bubble-domed EV suit with the football shoulder pads. Seriously, those protrusions from the bulky-as-hell shoulders would make using your arms entirely impossible and we’re too distracted by them to care about any of the rest of it.

Season 2

By season 2, we have a slightly more sane-looking EV suit that actually marries style and function pretty well! More than anything, we actually appreciate the reference to the EV suits from “The Tholian Web” in those evolved shapes on the chest that align pretty nicely with all the pretty colored tubes and junk from TOS. The rest of the suit looks sleek without looking just way too sleek like the Into Darkness costumes did, and bringing the department colors into the mix is always a nice factor to see!

Season 3-4

When we jump to the future in Discovery, things get more futuristic but somehow not any prettier. The helmets, especially with the little protrusion on the forehead and the cartoonish color blocking, look like they belong on Power Rangers more than they belong on Star Trek. And how on earth do they have V-neck chest plates? What a strange cut! The light-up Vs look even more strange since the shape they create just befuddles the eye. If light-up boobs is what the future holds, count me out.

Red Angel Suit

While we did poopoo the whole Red Angel plot in our time travel blogpost, the Red Angel suit certainly is pretty. Sure, it’s in that Ant Man and the Wasp (totally appropriate right now!) kind of pretty, but can we all just admit the wings are very visually striking whenever we see them? This thing seems to me to be even more futurey than the future suits we just looked at, and maybe that’s because it’s more of a time machine than a plain EV suit. This thing can go anywhere!

Lower Decks

While The Animated Series was all about keeping the budget low by not drawing anything too complicated, Lower Decks… well, also doesn’t draw much that’s too complicated in their rendition of the EV suit. The smooth white surface of the costume could easily be what we got if Apple had tried to design the EV suits from First Contact. Overall, they’re not terribly interesting but they do what they need to do, and the sort of turquoise glow and light up boot soles are kinda cute.

Prodigy

The CGI costumes in Prodigy are pretty standard EV suits in a very dark grey, but one thing we greatly appreciate when seeing them is how well they fit unconventional body shapes like a Brikar and a Tellarite without question. These helmets also have some of the best field of view of any of the ones we’ve seen so far, which is important in an action-packed show like this. Everything else looks pretty standard, but you don’t need to reinvent the wheel with every show (someone tell Discovery that).

Strange New Worlds

Finally, we get to the last of the currently running series of Trek with Strange New Worlds. Like Pike’s crew did with their duty uniforms in season 2 of Discovery, this crew is basically taking the other crew’s design and just changing the colors around. In this case, the division colors are now moved to that chest plate shape and the rest of the body and limbs are a nicely patterned dark grey. Does it improve on the original design that we liked in the Discovery suits? Well, our hosts are a bit split on that opinion, as you’ll see below.

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So which EV suits have us lining up to go for a space walk and which ones would we turn down and go out in our underwear instead? Get into gear to see our favorite and least favorite environmental suits here:

Favorites

Ames: Strange New Worlds

Caitlin: Discovery, season one, ~or~ Star Trek (2009)

Chris: Strange New Worlds

Jake: Discovery, season two

Least Favorites

Ames: Into Darkness, thruster suit

Caitlin: The Motion Picture

Chris: Intro Darkness, thermal protection suit

Jake: Discovery, season one

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Time to put on your normal Starfleet jammies and curl up with some more Star Trek. We’ve got more Voyager to watch for the podcast over on SoundCloud or wherever you like to listen. You can also brave the elements over on Facebook and Twitter, and come back inside; it’s cold out there!

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shootsun · 2 years

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for you wanting a prompt (writing prompt btw) : Macaque starts becoming a bit clingly with Wukong, for instance following him through the shadows a lot. Macaque also sometimes sneakily cuddles with Wukong in the middle of the night when he's asleep. Wukong ends up waking up once when Macaque is sleeping and cuddling him, and he starts internally panicking bc of it. maybe Macaque is wearing some of Wukong's clothes as well.

This is kind of a two for one as there was another ask asking for a bolder Wukong. So here y'all go!

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Wukong frowns. He swears he left his favourite lazy day shirt in this particular drawer, right where he always puts it, but the faded burgundy tee is nowhere in sight.

He shuffles a few of his other shirts around, closes that drawer and opens the one above and below it, flipping through a few more shirts before sighing in frustration. He glares at the chest and blinks, allowing his true sight to peer through the contents of the drawers, but the shirt isn’t there.

With a huff, he throws on a dark green robe and meanders into the living room before face planting into his couch. The frame groans under his weight, and he turns his head to face the TV, already on and playing reruns of Monkey King with the volume barely audible.

He’s not really watching, but the background noise is nice, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend for a second that the voices arguing are really Bajie and Wujing bickering about nothing to pass the time.

The hair on the back of his neck stands up, and Wukong opens his eyes slowly. The feeling of being watched has been growing more and more frequent over the past few days, and he can say with absolute certainty that it’s starting to grate on his nerves.

His clothes disappearing has really been the last straw, and he hefts himself onto his elbows before rolling off the couch and onto the floor with a thud.

A small snicker echoes from the rafters, and Wukong flips over before leaping towards the sound, but as he catches hold of the exposed wood, he sees nothing but shadows.

He lounges there in the rafters for a second, one foot and hand hanging in free space above his living room, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for any other movement, but whatever - or whoever - was watching him seems to have fled.

It takes every ounce of self-control he has to not let go and directly plummet onto his poor couch, but he manages to direct himself to the floor, landing in a crouch just to the left of his furniture.

As he slinks back to the couch, a new episode starts, and before the intro a warning flashes across the screen

‘This Episode of Monkey King is not suitable for Children under the age of 10, as it contains frightening images and cartoon violence. Please be advised.’

A second warning follows the first, and he almost swallows his tongue as he realizes exactly which episode is about to play.

‘We have received several calls from our viewers about the historical inaccuracies depicted in the following episode, and we would like to apologize for any inconsistencies and the inconveniences it may cause.’

He might not remember a lot of those phone calls, but his call history has over 200 documented calls to a showrunner who will remain unnamed.

The episode title blinks across the screen and he scrambles for the remote, flinging couch cushions over his shoulders with reckless abandon until the couch is bare and he’s still remoteless.

Dramatic and sinister music starts, and Wukong flinches before burying his fist through the TV. The device sparks and wheezes before he removes his hand, and his eyebrow twitches as he looks at the ruined screen.

“I’m going back to bed.” He mutters to an empty room, and yanks the TV off the stand before walking with it to his window and tossing the device out into the dirt, where it lands next to two others.

His bed welcomes him, and he curls up on top of his mess of blankets and closes his eyes, surrendering to the urge to waste away the day.

When he wakes next, he comes around slowly, trying to center himself in the absence of light.

Wukong takes a breath and feels a resistance on his chest, a weight barely noticeable until he looks down, and then it feels like ten thousand stones are on his lungs.

He can’t help the heat that flames in his cheeks as he stares down his nose as a sleeping Macaque. This isn’t the first time the demon has slipped into his room before, but usually he has more of an inkling it’s going to happen; shadows giggling in the halls, a coolness that never seems to leave his palm, all his furniture being moved two inches to the right.

It’s not the fact Macaque has entwined himself so closely in his embrace that has a blush creeping down his face, although it certainly isn’t helping either, no. It’s the fact that Macaque is in one of his oversized tee-shirts that he wears around the house when he knows no one is due for a visit. The very burgundy shirt he’d been looking for earlier.

The kind of shirt that slips over shoulders and is hopelessly thin, something ratty and that goes down to Macaque’s thighs.

The demon intruder in question sighs in his sleep and cuddles impossibly closer, nuzzling his face into Wukong’s collarbone.

Wukong flexes his hands into fists at his sides, gripping his sheets tightly in lieu of dark fur.

Should he say something? Ruin this peaceful moment?

Macaque mutters something, and it sounds like his name, and Wukong decides to sit in purgatory, this not quite sweltering heat boiling under his skin, as he stares at his ceiling fan spinning lazily in the dark.

The dull hum of the fan sinks into his bones, and it perpetuates the feeling that everything is turning into a staticky cotton that fizzes in his veins and fluffs his head full of nothing but where Macaque is pressed close.

Seconds sink by like honey in warm summer days, and Wukong swears he lays there for days instead of minutes before Macaque turns his head and noses along his neck, pressing warm, sleepy, open-mouthed kisses upon the column of his throat.

Fangs scrape over his pulse point, and Wukong makes a noise, something small and filled with longing, but Macaque pauses, his teeth hovering over where they’d traced before the demon bites down softly, slowly, and the pinch has Wukong groaning lowly.

He looks at Macaque again, and hazy amber eyes peer back at him, half lidded and full of mischief.

Wukong moves then, rolling over and tugging Macaque up underneath him, so the two of them are nose to nose as he cages the demon to the bed with his limbs.

“Stealing my clothes?” the god whispers as he presses a kiss to the edge of Macaque’s jaw.

“I missed you.” The demon shrugs and threads a hand into Wukong’s hair.

“You could have just asked.” Wukong kisses the corner of Macaque’s mouth. The demon frowns as he turns his head, trying and failing to catch Wukong’s mouth as the god hovers over him.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Macaque hums, still frowning. “Will you just kiss me already?”

“I am kissing you.” Wukong grins as he pecks Macaque’s nose.

“No, I mean-” a kiss to his cheek, “like, properly, on-” another to his other cheek, “my- my mouth, damn it! Wukong!” as a press of lips graces the demon’s chin, and the god chuckles.

“C’mon, Peaches.” Macaque bites the inside of his cheek, and Wukong softens, leaning forward and finally letting their mouths meet.

#we stop before it gets to spicy #anything else is gotta be like...i dunno commissioned or something lol #lmk #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong #lmk six eared macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #shadowpeach #lmk liu er mihou #lmk shadowpeach #tw suggestive #the episode was the macaque episode #my writing #answering ask #sun rambles #stolen shirt prompt

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shadowofroserade · 9 months

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In Rusbel, you will find the Grass/Fairy Type regional variant of Applin. These Applin are coated in a highly delectable and sweet coating, which has the unique ability of enamoring anyone who smells it. While the Galarian Applin are merely hiding inside the apple, it appears the Rusbellian Applin has fused with its apple from birth, making the two effectively one and the same, though many still theorize that in the apple's core, this Applin's true form still sits.

Once fed a caramel apple, Applin will evolve into the Apple Delicacy Pokémon Appletun! Appletun are highly playful and energetic Pokémon despite their heft. Appletun are especially liked by Children due to this playful nature and the sweet taste of its constantly regenerating coating. They love to playfully lick anyone they meet. Their tongue is covered in a cider-like juice that is said to taste indescribably sweet. The sweet coating on its back has been used as filling in cakes and other pastries for centuries.

If Applin is fed a Poison Apple, it evolves into the Grass/Poison type Pokémon Flapple! The toxic nature of the consumed apple makes Flapple a much more dangerous and irritable Pokémon. Their infusion of poison chemicals into their usual secretions make them much less desirable for the consumption of predators. They also spit toxic ooze stored in their cheeks to not only distract and dissuade predators, but also to incapacitate prey. Because of this more sour behaviour, Flapples are often depicted in cartoons and films as sidekicks to villains.

What is Rusbel?

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#fakemon #pokemon #rosesfakemon #rosesrusbel #grass type #applin

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old-people-like-avatar · 2 months

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Netflix Avatar the Last Airbender S1E5: Spirited Away Review [SPOILERS]

Overall, a strong and creepy episode. With its titular callback to Miyazaki, this one had a very different sensibility from the prior episodes, but I liked it. I wasn't so sure about bringing Katara and Sokka into the spirit world, but we got some really important scenes there.

THE GOOD

Katara and Sokka flashbacks in the Spirit World: I was initially skeptical when Katara and Sokka went along with the spirit world journey. But there was a strong emotional character-building payoff with seeing both of those painful flashbacks. The trauma of Katara witnessing her mother's death, and the emotional pain of Sokka's barely passed ice dodging trials -- a new memory of Hakoda that added something to Sokka's character.

Koh the Face Stealer/Fog of Lost Souls: Man, Koh was creepy. The Fog was creepy.

Better placed fan service: The callbacks to the cartoon in this episode were much more organically placed than "my cabbages" and the minstrels from earlier episodes. Sokka referencing Pippin Paddleopsicopolis. The men in the tavern talking about the canyon crawlers ("Great Divide") or battling the volcano ("Fortuneteller"). They were little easter eggs that didn't draw too much attention to themselves. Even the Knowledge Owl ("The Library") had a story-driven purpose, more or less.

THE I-APPRECIATED-WHAT-THEY-WERE-DOING-BUT-NOT-SURE-THEY-PULLED-IT-OFF

Gyatso in the Spirit World: I wanted to like the concept of Aang finding Gyatso in the Spirit World. I liked Gyatso "cheating" at Pai Sho and the warmth that showed. I even kind of liked Gyatso's slightly awful "we do it for the ones you love" exposition speech at the end of the episode, corny as it was. But I felt cheated out of that warmth in the Episode One, when that would have made a difference in emotional heft when Aang discovered his body. Now it just seems... cheap? Because he's back? And it undercuts the weight of the Aang's loss of his entire nation and people.

The thinness of the spirit world barrier: Ultimately, the show had to get these characters into the spirit world, so I don't fault the show for pulling a little "oh I can just feel it" Jedi Knight/Avatar once-over on the audience. On the one hand, this show keeps telling us (not showing us) that Aang 'doesn't know what he's doing.' And then on the other hand, it dumps spirit world mumbo jumbo exposition on us through Aang clearly kind of knowing what he's doing by referencing what "the monks told me." It's kind of jarring. It at once makes him seem wise while undercutting the message they're trying to convey about him not knowing what he's doing.

THE BAD

Clunky dialogue continues: "I also need to help these people..." "The avatar has to do the impossible..." Every time Aang talks about how he should have been there, should have protected the forest, needing to help people, it just feels so forced. Just show him helping people. You don't need to have him announce that he wants to help people.

Talking exposition fox: What the heck?

THE UNKNOWN

Narratively tying Aang, Zuko, and Azula together/Azula: The close of this episode, narrated by Gyatso in corny fashion, drew explicit parallels between the stories of Aang, Zuko, and, surprisingly, Azula. I am not sure whether this is going to pay off yet, as Azula's arc in this show has yet to be fully realized, but it does seem they are taking her in a different direction from the prodigal, "born lucky" daughter from the show. It shows her vulnerable, desperate for her father's approval. I am interested in this take -- and in how Ozai masterfully plays his children against one another -- and want to see more of where it goes.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar: the last airbender #netflix atla #netflix avatar #live action avatar #live action atla #natla #spoilers

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jimclassicstoycollection · 3 months

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Transformers

War For Cybertron

Kingdom

Leader Class

Galvatron

by Hasbro (2021)

First post of 2024, and timeline-wise I’m still posting figures that I got in 2021. Yea, that’s on brand for me...

I have to say this was the luckiest of breaks for me (at the time, before he could be found everywhere during Legacy).

I was out at a Target on 11-20-21, shopping with my girlfriend when I stumbled upon two on the shelf. I and just about everyone else has been looking for Kingdom Galvatron for months and I suppose the scalpers weren’t paying any attention that day.

I feel like it’s taken me forever to finally get to Galvatron. I’ve said this in the past I like to post my figures in the order of which I buy then, and since I’ve kind of been on hiatus I guess it has taken forever.

Collector’s Card:

I’ll be honest here; I don’t remember what card came packaged with Galvatron, but I do remember being underwhelmed, which means it was probably either another Dinobot or a Blackarachnia.

I would have preferred each Kingdom character getting their own card...

Canon Mode:

We all know that classic purple cannon.

This is a pretty heft laser cannon. It’s not quite show accurate to the old G1 cartoon or toy design, but the most important elements are still there, and there’s lots of sculpted detail.

So fun fact: when I was a kid I though Galvatron was an oil tank because my childhood home was heated by oil and a big tank in the basement, and that was the only thing I could equate to Galvatron.

Comparing Kingdom Galvatron to the Titans Return version.

Transformation:

Transformation is actually really fun. It did take me a little bit of getting used to, but I thought it was satisfying.

Robot Mode:

Galvatron’s robot mode is such a fun figure!

He stands well, he poses well and I love that head sculpt. My ONLY complaint is that the 5mm port on the arm cannon is a little loose so it doesn’t always hold its position.

Of course the laser cannon is blast compatible.

Accessories:

Galvatron’s accessories are his cannon (in two parts), Matrix & chain necklace, and two hand guns which can combine into one.

The Matrix is the same used for Earthrise Optimus & Kingdom Rodimus. Hasbro’s really getting some mileage out of this one piece.

If you pay close attention you might notice that the guns resemble Galvatron’s space ship in the 1986 movie.

The guns can be stored on his back in two different ways.

Final Thoughts:

Kingdom Galvatron is such a cool figure. He’s fairly common to find now for the Legacy toyline, but back in 2021 it wasn’t easy tracking one down.

I’m not a big fan of the two hand guns, but I could always give them to someone else.

At this point I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting a Studio Series 86 Galvatron, eventually, but this guy is pretty darn close to it I’m betting the 86 one will be a retool of this guy.

#toys #action figures #transformers #galvatron #kingdom #war for cybertron #hasbro #decepticons

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