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cantsayidont · 6 months

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May–August 1985. Conceived before the Crisis on Infinite Earths but published concurrently, THE SHADOW WAR OF HAWKMAN was an ambitious attempt by writer Tony Isabella and editor Alan Gold to forge a new direction for Hawkman and Hawkwoman, who'd been stumbling along since the late 1960s in a series of backup features and guest spots. The story borrows a page or three from the lexicon of paranoid '70s conspiracy thrillers, revealing that agents of the Hawks' homeworld of Thanagar are now on Earth, working in secret to lay the groundwork for a military invasion by using the Absorbacon, a Gardner Fox gimmick capable of gathering all the knowledge of a particular world, to gather exploitable secrets from the minds of Earth people. Thanagarians are immune to the Absorbacon's mind-reading powers, but the Hawks are cut off from most of their friends and allies, fearing that any information they share with their JLA comrades might immediately fall into enemy hands. The infiltrators, meanwhile, target the Hawks in hopes of seizing their now rare and valuable Thanagarian technology.

In the Silver Age Hawkman stories, Thanagar had been presented as a typical scientifically advanced post-scarcity society, where crime is mostly limited to a handful of thrillseekers and alien invaders. However, it had suffered a series of major crises in the '70s, which the miniseries helpfully summarizes while filling in a few blanks:

(Inevitably, a few key points of the original stories have gotten lost in translation: In the original Equalizing Plague storyline in JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #117–119, Katar and Shayera are both infected, but Katar is able to cure himself and later Shayera, albeit not anyone else on Thanagar. The cure provided by Hyathis, an old JLA villain, is not part of that story, but is revealed in the 1978 Adam Strange/Hawkman crossover in SHOWCASE #101–103.)

The original Equalizing Plague storyline is a weirdly reactionary effort for the usually humanistic Elliot S! Maggin, about a silly-looking space villain (the dude with the red helmet and the mustache in the first page above) whose desire for universal equality destroys whole societies by transforming everyone into nebbishes. Even Gene Roddenberry might have balked at that one, and a central problem with Isabella's "Shadow War" storyline is that it requires readers to not only take that story seriously, but even empathize with how it has left Thanagarians susceptible to fascism. (The villains are never very sympathetic, but you're supposed to see where they're coming from, which would be a lot to ask even in less ridiculous circumstances.)

Despite that, the SHADOW WAR miniseries is a decent effort, with higher-than-usual stakes and an effective sense of menace. The scripts are a bit florid — albeit fairly restrained for Isabella — but the art suits them very well, with Rich Howell's Murphy Anderson-like pencils given moody atmosphere by Alfredo Alcala's inking. It sold well, leading to a 1986 HAWKMAN SPECIAL by Isabella and Howell with new inker Ron Randall. This has Katar agonizing over the Thanagarian agents he's killed, which is most interesting for Isabella's novel take on the Gentleman Ghost, an old Hawkman villain who unexpectedly becomes the Hawks' new ally.

Unfortunately, what Isabella and Gold had intended as a five-year saga quickly ran into trouble in the new post-Crisis HAWKMAN series that followed the SPECIAL. According to Isabella, the bigger problem was that new editor Denny O'Neil, who took over soon after the launch of the new series, was annoyed that Isabella would attempt something so grandiose and demanded that the "Shadow War" be wrapped up quickly. Isabella soon bowed out, leaving Dan Mishkin and co-editor Barbara Randall to tie things up.

The dismaying resolution, in HAWKMAN #12, ends (temporarily) Thanagar's adventurism on Earth, but culminates in Katar deliberately choosing to leave the planet's new military government in power, with his father's old friend Rul Pintar taking the place of the previous ruling junta. Conceding that the Thanagarian people will be "helpless" without a dictatorship, Katar announces, "You lead them, Rul Pintar! Then at least their next dictator will be a benevolent one who remembers Thanagar's greatness--and can perhaps give a little bit of it back to them!" Thus, what had begun as a paranoid thriller about a secret alien invasion concludes with Hawkman's explicit endorsement of fascist dictatorship, after which he and Shayera fly back to Earth so it won't be their problem. Yikes!

Having lost any sense of narrative direction along with its moral compass, the book lasted only five more issues and was canceled in late 1987. Isabella says some of his original ideas were later recycled for "other company-wide crossovers," which I assume refers primarily to the 1988 INVASION! event, in which Thanagar was one of the invaders.

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missegyptiana · 2 years

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right where you left me is the best song on evermore. i’m sorry. someone had to say it

#right where you left me #evermore #isabella speaks #then gold rush

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gennydreams · 1 year

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So I was thinking of the fireside girls from Phineas and Ferb.

They’re obviously based on Girl Scouts/Girl Guides, and a big part of Girl Scouts as you get older are the gold award in your junior/senior year of high school. These are somewhat similar to an eagle award for Boy Scouts.

Isabella very clearly seems like someone who would stick with the fireside girls and her troop for a s long as possible. So I have to wonder what kind of project she would have done for her gold award if they have them.

I know in the show she had kinda drifted apart from the main gang by that point, but I think it would have been really interesting to have seen what she could do with phineas and ferb on her side

#phineas and ferb #pnf #isabella garcia shapiro #fireside girls #fireside gold award

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saveme-storybrooke-potc · 11 months

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Isabella Gold: [driving Faybelle's car as she pops open a beer can] Faybelle, is that a beer? Faybelle: Just keep your eyes on the road, Princess. Gideon Gold: [in the backseat] You're drinking a beer and she's driving? Why don't you just give me a pair of scissors and I can run around back here? Faybelle: Shut up and put your seat belt on. Gideon Gold: I can't, the buckle's gone. Faybelle: Well, then put something heavy in your lap. [to Isabella] Faybelle: Why are you slowing down? Isabella Gold: Because we just passed a police car. Faybelle: Okay, be cool. Maybe he didn't see the beer. [sirens blare]

#ouat #once upon a time #gideon gold #isabella gold #faybelle thorn #faybelle gold rumplestiltskins sister #rumbelle family drama #rumbelle family #ouat gideon gold #belle french #rumplestiltskin #ouat incorrect quotes #source: george lopez show

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chineseredcarpet · 6 months

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Isabella Leong for Condé Nast Traveler The Gold List

#isabella leong #fashion #conde nast traveler #conde nast traveler the gold list

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janetbrown711 · 2 years

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Alma Madrigal copes in her own ways, no matter how cold and unfeeling it may appear.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Final

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.o0o.

Alma Madrigal hadn’t been in Julieta’s room for more than a minute at a time since Julieta first became ill.

Yes, she checked to see if Juli’s clothes and bedding were clean, but apart from that she remained completely away.

Whether in her room or in the church; whether to Pedro or the Miracle or God, Alma prayed constantly. When she woke, she prayed. When she got dressed, she prayed. As she went down the stairs, she prayed. As she greeted her beautiful nietas and nieto, as she ate her breakfast, as she went to the village, as she entered the church, as she kneeled before the cross, as she lit two candles, as she tightened her shawl, as she walked out, as she served her people, as she walked back to her home, as she looked upon her family’s weary eyes, as she checked upon her eldest baby, as she changed the rag upon her head, as she went back to her room, and as she went to sleep, she prayed.

Four days of this.

Four days of being the only Madrigal wanting to help, save for Isabella.

Alma of course tried to make up for it, but she wasn’t as young as she used to be, and while she piled book after book on health research, everything seemed so hopeless. She needed to protect her people– she needed to protect her daughter– she needed to protect what Pedro sacrificed for, or else…

40 years.

40 years, today.

Alma’s knees trembled as she arose from her bed. Her tired eyes glanced at her locket.

Julieta had always looked so much like Pedro. She had his nose, his crooked smile, and those brilliant, warm brown eyes.

To see her lying there, to see cherry blood drip from her mouth, to see the yellow consume her skin and those once comforting eyes–

Alma had seen him get stabbed, collapsing to his knees and then into the water. She hadn’t seen him go cold. Instead, she had held her babies close to her chest, hearing herself screech in agony. When she had looked up, the mountains had already begun to form.

Seeing Julieta lay in that bed, seeing her blood, watching her sleep…

It was as if Pedro was dying all over again.

40 years.

Today.

Alma got dressed.

In one sleeve, in the other, step here, step there, tie that, button this, sit here, brush that, look there.

Alma Madrigal was an old woman.

Dark circles ran under her eyes, and wrinkles pressed against almost every other part. Her hair was teetering on the edge of “mostly-gray”. Her old shawl had aged too, worn out in spots where she had pulled one too many times.

40 years does that to a person.

40.

Sometimes, Alma could still smell the smoke.

Often, she could still hear Pedro’s cry.

Always, she felt the pain of seeing him fall.

40 years.

Alma opened her door.

Silence, except for the dull sizzle of the kitchen grill, and the pitter patter of two tiny pairs of feet. As Alma went down the stairs, it became more apparent voices were speaking too, though hushed. When she got to the kitchen, Dolores and Isabella were there, with Camillo and Mirabel just now running out to the patio.

“A-abuela! How are you doing? Do you need anything?” Isa asked, quickly summoning a rose and handing it to her.

Alma forced a sweet smile. “I came down to tell Pepa I won’t be at breakfast. Instead, I’ll be down at the church praying, and helping the village prepare for tonight.”

Dolores glanced at her cousin a moment, before sheepishly saying, “W-well, Papá actually wanted Mamá and Tío Agustín to have a break and he suggested that maybe you–”

“The village still needs help, Dolores. I cannot abandon our duties or our miracle while Julieta heals. Besides, Pepa is more than capable of watching over Julieta another day,” Alma said, rubbing her thumb on her shawl.

Dolores quickly nodded and apologized, squeaking before heading out.

Isabella remained.

“Something wrong, flor?” Alma asked. Isa blinked and shook her head with a smile.

“Just… thinking about Mami. And that flower,” The girl said, almost hiding behind her hair.

Alma brushed it back. “Do not worry. Focus on the village and your flowers, that is something you can control.”

The girl thought another moment, before nodding.

Abuela nodded too. “Did you do the flowers this morning?”

“Of course.”

“Good. You go ahead and eat with the others. I’ll be gone until the… festivities begin,” Alma felt her heart pound in her chest, its rhythm echoing in her empty chest.

There shouldn't be festivities. If there were, it would be false. Then again, when has anything felt real? When was this day ever truly a day of celebration?

It had been 40 years since the fall of her home, since the loss of her Pedro, since the creation of the Encanto.

People celebrated. There was music, there was dancing, but all Alma could ever feel was empty.

Even when the miracle blessed her children with gifts, all Alma could think of was the sacrifice that brought it here.

The others may have died off or forgotten, but Alma never forgot.

.o0o.

The people decided to celebrate; to carry on with the festivities anyway.

Alma Madrigal had no choice but to help.

She helped put up streamers and candles, she helped plate foods and treats, she helped decide where to put what decorations where, and she decided when and how and who. The entire village was about, a seemingly new energy about them due to the celebration. Laughter filled the town square, children ran along the streets with their pinwheels, and Alma could only stare.

They were celebrating.

Her husband died, one of her babies was dying, and the people were celebrating.

Life never did ask Alma how she felt. It always seemed to carry on.

And onward Alma went.

.o0o.

Alma made it back to the Encanto just when the celebrations were beginning. People flooded the plaza with baskets of food and instruments of every kind as they all began to dance and drink and sing, but almost none of the Madrigals were celebrating. Sure, they were all out and about, as per Alma’s orders, but something was holding them back from truly enjoying themselves, and she could tell.

Isabella, Dolores and that boy Mariano Guzmán were all talking in one corner, while Luisa sat and arm wrestled with some of the men in another corner (evident her heart wasn’t quite in it), Mirabel and Camilo were somewhat playing with other village children with Pepa watching over, though they seemed more focused on each other than any festivities. Agustín, Félix and Bruno were drinking, though they weren’t talking much.

Alma was normal though. She gave her speech about Pedro’s sacrifice, and the creation of the Encanto as she did every year, teaching it to a new generation. After that there were fireworks, and then it was over, and all she was left with was a cold, empty house.

Then it was time for the cake.

Bruno and Pepa approached it with nervous smiles, Pepa stroking her braid at an increasingly quick pace to keep the skies clear.

“Was it worth it?”

Agustín’s voice spoke behind her.

“Your clumsiness hits your speech when you drink,” Alma ignored his remark.

“You know, you could act like you care about your daughter, you know?” He dug in.

“I care for Julieta very much–”

“You could at least show it then,” He sneered.

Alma huffed. “I do show it. I show it in my dedication to this town and in making sure the sick and wounded are still cared for in her absence, and that the celebrations continue on, as she would have wanted.”

The crowd began to sing and bring in the flour to “surprise” the two triplets.

“What do you– what do you know of what she wants? When was the– the last time you were in her room? When you gave her the– the tea?” He rubbed his forehead, clearly having to focus to get words out.

Alma didn’t reply. She clapped as her children blew out the candles and the flour was dumped over their heads, as laughter filled the Casita.

“You wouldn’t understand, you are not a Madrigal,” She remarked.

“I married her, didn't I?!” He raised his voice, garnering the attention of some of the guests– Pepa and Bruno included.

“Agustín, silence before you make yourself into even more of a fool,” Alma’s voice was sharp, keenly aware of the eyes on her.

“I am as Madrigal as anyone else in this goddamned familia! I love everyone here more than anything! It is you who’s questionable! You haven’t been at Julieta’s side for more than five minutes this whole time!”

Silence filled the air as all eyes landed on her and her son-in-law. Whispers started to spread through the crowd and Agustín was finally aware of what he said.

“Lo– Lo siento, Alma, I-i–”

She silenced him.

“I will not take this disrespect in my own home. You need to leave. Now.”

More silence. A small whisper from a child.

Agustín looked at his daughters, then Félix, then Julieta’s door before he slowly left.

“Mami, don’t you think–” Pepa started to speak but Alma silenced her too.

“Let the celebrations continue! We are here to celebrate forty years of peace and safety now! All together now!” She clapped and the musicians quickly began to play. People were hesitant to push aside the awkwardness, but knowing Alma was in charge, they obeyed, soon returning as they were.

“Mamá, don’t you think it’s a little harsh? Agustín is probably just tired and you know he doesn’t know how to handle his alcohol,” Bruno went over and whispered to her.

Alma rolled her eyes. “Agustín needs to learn what it means to be part of this family, which means he needs to learn respect.”

“Come on, he’s just worried about Julieta. We all are,” Bruno sympathized.

“We wouldn’t be so worried if you had agreed to have your vision,” Alma eyed him.

Her son paused. “W-well, hey now– I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, I just–”

“Bah. It is your duty to look into the future for potential dangers. Am I the only one here who seems to even remember our duties to this community?” Alma controlled her volume to be under the music.

“Mamá,” Bruno sighed, “We’re just… it’s a lot, you know?”

Alma did know. But she also knew life moved on.

“And so we do a lot to make up for it. We cannot and will not abandon our community for the sake of one person.”

Bruno looked like he wanted to say a great many things, but he held his hand in a fist by his face and stayed quiet, thinking God knows what.

Eventually, he whispered, “I’m going to my room.”

“Bruno, this is your party,” Alma grabbed his arm as he tried to walk away.

“Well I don’t want it. Besides, everyone's here to celebrate the miracle, not us.” Bruno replied coldly.

“Bruno, that isn’t–” Alma was going to say more, but music silenced and the crowd gasped.

“Mamá..?”

...No...

It... it couldn't be...

She wasn't well enough, the tea was only given yesterday, she--

“Julieta!!!”

A roar of cheers spread through Casita, and when Alma turned, sure as day her eldest was standing, shakily holding the railing as she looked at her mother with a strained smile.

The tea had worked. Not.. completely.

But it worked.

Julieta was going to live.

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starikune · 8 months

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Tag Dump Part 2.

#heart of gold with a silver soul ✧ jesse #tender soul locked in iron ✧ jasmine #troublemaking soldier of love ✧ marshall #her eyes say more than words ever could ✧ sofia #i find myself alone when each day is through ✧ xavier #float like a butterfly‚ sting like a bee ✧ beatrice #race the wind and take to the sky ✧ shaun #i'll give you electricity ✧ lia #even a rose has his thorns ✧ marcus #girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble ✧ isabella #i'm an eternal flame‚ baby ✧ kendall #little soul carrying a corpse ✧ jasper #still waters never made a good sailor ✧ vincenzo #tag dump

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alraedesigns · 2 years

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Graellsia isabellae (2022), acrylic/gold leaf, 6"×6"

The Spanish moon moth or Stained glass moth is one of my favorites. They're so just so pretty 😍

#alraedesigns #acrylic painting #painting #gold leaf #insects #moth art #moon moth #graellsia isabellae #spanish moon moth #lepidoptera #saturniidae #paintings #acrylic #art #stained glass moth

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fullscoreshenanigans · 2 years

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Guess who now owns two copies of the art book because she didn’t think they were ever going to translate it back in mid-2021. 🤡

I do appreciate that the English version comes in hardcover though. 👌😩

I’m not going to go over everything in this because @chidoroki has already gushed over it lovingly here and @1000sunnygo has the interviews translated here along with a lot of the art across various links here, but some initial thoughts and ramblings while looking through this book again.

• I’m slightly puzzled as to why VIZ decided to rearrange the placement of the interviews before the secret gallery Shirai mentions in the William Minerva note at the end

「この本の中に "秘密のギャラリー" がある。そこに未だ見ぬ......」

There is a "secret gallery" in this book. I haven't seen it yet ... (via Google Translate)

Morse Code: Read back from here

but it’s ultimately arbitrary. Since this is removed from the English version, the “secret gallery” Morse is also removed from those portions of the book:

With the replacement Minerva note at the end switched to:

Thank you for reading this art book!

Which is essentially this earlier page:

so it’s kind of 🤷 but I guess they needed replacement filler.

• It’s also kind of :/ that the English version puts page numbers on the art instead of in the margins but they probably didn’t want to shrink them.

• I am happy to have printed translated versions of the official site hidden comics for the trio’s name origins, the explanation for why Smee left the pen for Krone, and Norman’s message as William Minerva to the full scorers on the site’s IQ test:

I’m still unsure of what the exact timeline is for Isabella becoming the Mom of Plant #3, but I like to think the trio were the first children she raised entirely by herself, so I put it at roughly six to seven weeks before Ray was dropped off. (Although I guess she laid off on naming him at least until Norman showed up...? Shirai mentions in the Mystic Code Book that Grandma names the children, so I guess it’s just another 🤷 “you’re putting way too much thought into arbitrary things” moment for me.)

This is still such a crapshoot Smee kljsdfljk

And this is still very funny

#The Promised Neverland Art Book World #The Promised Neverland: Art Book World #let's see how long it stays at No.1 on Amazon's New Releases in Art of Comics & Manga list 🎉#TPN Merch #Kaiu Shirai #Posuka Demizu #Smee #Isabella #Full Score Trio #William Minerva #FSS Chatter #Long Post #Read More #i think this was all the differences between releases #other than the Japanese edition having gold trim and the English having red #originally this was just going to be a honk honk 🤡 post at my stupidity but i noticed these minor things when looking at them side by side #going to look even more like a 🤡 if some of these questions were answered in the Mother's Determination light novel #that I still have to finish reading >>;#me remembering Isabella named Ray after a musician... </3 #since Grace Field is stylized after a European setting and the children aren't speaking Japanese in-universe #レイ being formed by the first characters of Isabella's and Leslie's names doesn't have any in-universe basis as a ship hint #but it still leaves me :''^)#i'm maybe going to attempt a complete merch post whenever my doujinshi package comes in but until then‚ this

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