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hsmagazine254 · 8 months
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Unlocking the Mystery of Spoilers Do You Really Need One for Your Vehicle
Unravelling the Mystery: The Role of Spoilers If you’ve ever questioned the purpose of a spoiler on a car, you’re not alone. These enigmatic additions to vehicles have long fascinated and perplexed both car enthusiasts and casual drivers. Are they purely for aesthetics, or do they serve a functional purpose? In this article, we’re diving deep into the world of spoilers to uncover their…
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ineffable-romantics · 9 months
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Can we PLEASE talk about how Crowley got the Bentley 90 years ago and Aziraphale got his driver's license 90 YEARS AGO???
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chronicowboy · 3 months
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Maddie humbles him pretty severely in their conversation. Look, he knows it's stupid, knows it's selfish really, knows it's just plain crappy of him. But. But he hurt Christopher. And there wasn't some big uncontrollable variable like a tsunami that Eddie can explain it away with.
Sure, it was an accident, but it still happened. Sure, it was only a few scrapes that he'd cleaned up almost immediately with the little first aid kit tucked into the glove compartment of his Jeep - and, well, maybe part of the guilt is the way Christopher had grimaced at the added sting of the antiseptic wipes. But he'd done it. He'd made Christopher cry. And he'd ran as soon as Eddie swept in to take care of him. He'd ran before either of them could tell him to get out.
Christopher is injured, and Buck hasn't been to see him once. Christopher is injured because of Buck, and he's only checked in through a much too knowing Eddie. Because he's a coward, especially when it comes to Christopher. Jesus, nothing in the world scares him more than Christopher. Everything's so big and inconceivable with him. Buck feels it all, feels it all so strongly. The things he'd do for that kid... Well, that scares him too. Almost as much as Christopher's anger does, but he can't run from it forever. He can't stay away forever, so he shoots Eddie a quick text as he leaves Maddie's.
Can I come see Chris at some point?
He's just buckling himself into the driver's seat when his phone buzzes with a reply.
Get over here
Another buzz.
Now
His already knotted stomach twists into an even more complex shape as he turns the key in the ignition, but he has to face the music some time or another. May as well be now.
It takes him an inordinately long and nauseating time to get to the Diaz door, an even longer time to actually knock and then a terrifyingly short amount of time for Eddie to be appearing before him with those big, understanding eyes he can never seem to escape.
"Hi," he mumbles, suddenly struck with what image he must make out there on the porch. A naughty dog with a guiltily hung head and a tail between his legs just waiting to be patted on the head and told he's forgiven.
"Buck, come in." Eddie rolls his eyes and practically drags him inside. Buck had been about ninety-nine per cent sure (okay, maybe more like eighty) that Eddie's texts had been fond exasperation and not actual anger, but it's not until he hears Eddie's voice that he knows for sure. He was never a bad dog in Eddie's mind. Buck's tail wags just a little as Eddie leans back against the hallway wall with his arms folded over his chest. "He's in his room and he misses his Buck."
"Even after I almost killed him?" he mutters petulantly.
"Buck, you tripped over his crutches. The both of you went down and, honestly, you walked away worse than he did." Buck opens his mouth to argue, but Eddie ploughs on. "Don't lie to me. I saw those bruises on your ribs last shift. I know how weaponised those elbows can become."
"I'm fine."
"So is he," Eddie says seriously. "You know how many times I've tripped over his crutches?"
"Did you feel guilty about it afterwards?" Buck pries, eyes trained on his shoes where they kick lightly, sheepishly at the carpet.
"Of course, I did. I always do. Hell, I accidentally got some salt in his eyes when we were cooking the other day and I almost took myself down to Athena's station." Eddie shakes his head, unimpressed. "I'm his dad, I'd send him outside in a bubble wrap suit if I could. But I've been informed that isn't 'cool'," Buck snorts, "so I'm trying my best to make peace with the fact that that he's going to get hurt and I'm not always going to be stop it. But." Eddie steps closer, drops a hand to Buck's shoulder, ducks his hand to catch his eye. And Buck feels the echo of a wave and three ragged scratches across his face. "But I can always be there after it happens, to pick him back up and tend to his wounds, yeah?"
"Yeah," Buck whispers, nodding against the whirring of his brain.
"He's already mostly healed up. Go and see for yourself." Eddie leaves with a pointed look at Christopher's door, and Buck stays staring down the hallway like he can will it into something that feels a little less like a walk on the plank.
As he takes his first step, for just a moment, he wishes he was back in the endless labyrinthine hallways of his coma dream just to postpone his fate a little longer.
See, what he hadn't told Maddie was that he had actually tried texting Christopher a few days after their tumble. A sorry and an I hope you're okay and a jokey maybe we should leave basketball to the pros which had only gleaned a thumbs up emoji in response. So, he's not feeling very optimistic when he knocks on Christopher's door.
"Who is it?"
"It's Buck, buddy." Silence. A sigh maybe, if he strains. "C-can I come in?"
Another pause.
"Fine."
Buck pushes into the room with his heart in his throat. Christopher doesn't look up from his textbook where he's propped up against his headboard, just carries on reading. Buck approaches carefully, hovering at the end of the bed where he'd normally just sit.
"How are you doing?" he asks uselessly.
"Fine."
"Yeah?" Christopher only shrugs, and Buck sighs in defeat. "I'm really sorry, bud. I didn't mean to do it, you have to know that. I'd never ever do anything to hurt you-"
"Wait." Chris finally looks up from his book with his frown. "Do you think I'm mad because you tripped me up?"
"I-I, well, yeah." Buck blinks. "So, you are mad?"
"Yeah, I'm mad, but not about that." Chris groans and slams his book shut. "Why'd you disappear?"
"B-because I thought you'd be mad at me for, you know, hurting you," Buck says dumbly. Christopher rolls his eyes so similarly to Eddie's earlier expression that Buck aches with it.
"You didn't hurt me. Gravity hurt us."
"But you're mad at me."
"Because you disappeared!" Chris bursts. Buck's mouth snaps shut with a click. "Everything's changing. You and me and dad barely ever hang out anymore. And I know I'm getting older, so I shouldn't want to, but I do. But you're both dating, so it's always just the one of you. Or the three of us and a stranger. And I hate it. And the last time this happened, you promised you weren't going anywhere, but you did! And I want you both to be happy, and I really don't want dad to feel so lonely now I'm growing up, but I wish..." Christopher ducks his head as if suddenly realising he'd revealed too much.
"You wish?" Buck asks on the exhale of a breath he'd been holding since Christopher's little outburst, something fierce and jagged latching itself to his sternum.
"I wish you both could be happy with..." He shrinks into himself a little, and Buck wraps his hand around the footboard like a lifeline - like whatever Christopher is about to say will turn the world upside down. "I wish this was enough. I wish the three of us could make you both as happy as-as it makes me." He flushes and cracks his textbook open. "It sounds dumb when I say it."
"No, no," Buck croaks, something big and unwieldy expanding against the inside of his ribs, something that could choke him if he let it. "It doesn't sound dumb at all."
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moxiepoxart · 1 year
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I did a re-draw cause this panel is everything to me
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butchered-icarian · 15 days
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Went to watch Monkey Man again with my brother. Noticed another thing.
Spoilers.
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I want to pat Dev Patel in the back because. Wow.
The Kid's love for his mother made him burnt his future away (the root lines inside his palms), but also his mother saved him by attracting all of the attentions to her.
Later on he was saved by the hijra, he slept under Ardhanarishvara's feet, found a guru in Alpha to reconnect to himself and refind his purpose.
He returned the favour by returning to the ring, fought then won so that he could give the hijra money to fend for themselves and remind Alpha that they were too warriors.
Which lead to them entering the battle to fight alongside with him.
He was kind + has respect towards Sita and she felt a sense of kin / fascination + empathy to him. Sita later saved him from Queenie.
His entire life circled around women and their kindness, feminism and motherly love.
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tmntkiseki · 3 months
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How many 2003 Donatellos would you like with that order?
I'd say this is probably only about... 70% of his model sheets for the entire series? Among those I didn't include were his various "turtle tot" designs and the ones for his weapons/gadgets.
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neversetyoufree · 4 months
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God it just hit me.
Names are power in VnC. We call the piece of the world formula that defines a vampire their "true name." Learning and altering a vampire's true name gives you near-absolute power over them. Vanitas hides his old name as part of his "Vanitas" persona—a defense mechanism to hide his vulnerable self.
And names are an axis of discrimination too. The main way we've been examining discrimination against the dhampirs is through the lens of vampires refusing to call them by their names. And Luna, the perennial outsider, seems not to have been given a real name. They certainly didn't have a name that they liked or identified with for most of their life.
So with all that context, even more than it might be in another series, Teacher's whole name shtick becomes such an insane power move. He changes his name constantly and will brutally punish anyone that gets it wrong. Nobody has the power that would come from knowing whatever his first/true name was. He has the physical and social power to punish and correct anyone that doesn't call him what he wants to be called. He is in complete control of how people address him, or at least close to complete control, which is such a big deal within this story.
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angelxd-3303 · 1 year
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Finally- FINALLY saw the movie and oml I am also absolute mush! I need to see it again and again and again just to completely comprehend this rollercoaster of a movie <3 what a beautiful mess it was- now to indulge in even more fanart and fanfics >:)
Couldn't have said it better myself, friend!
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parksrway · 10 months
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these guys are so useless, I love them
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cirrus-grey · 9 months
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After having some time to think about it, I actually can imagine a universe where Book!Aziraphale goes along with the Metatron’s plan. Except, instead of being "Oh wow, I get to go back to heaven and Crowley can come with me??" it would have to be under the tacit understanding that "five minutes ago we were going to erase you from existence, and now we're offering you a job as an archangel, isn't it wonderful how quickly one's fortunes can change?" is a threat so thinly veiled as to be nearly transparent.
In those circumstances, his plea to Crowley would be less "but you could be redeemed!" and more "I'm going to need an ally, and you're the only one I can trust," and Crowley’s response would have to fall closer to "you think you're in danger? If I put one toe out of line up there I'm sure there are a hundred angels who'd be delighted to turn me into a former-demon shish kebab on one of those flaming swords your lot are so fond of."
There probably wouldn't be a kiss, in this version. But if there was, it would an "I love you," and "I'll miss you," and "please, whatever happens, stay safe," rather than that angsty, angry, and bitter mess from the show.
The dancers would all be following the same steps, but they'd be moving to a very different tune.
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giccix · 1 year
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CHARGE!
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blazingopals · 27 days
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Some of my fave moments from Batgirl: Stephanie Brown Vol. 1 so far
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essektheylyss · 3 months
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I will be honest, I got distracted because I do not have issues with body horror whatsoever but Liam made me think about what could happen to my glasses in a car crash and I am still not happy about it.
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mighty-ant · 2 years
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Bad but sad boy’s gotta run
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sskklvr · 8 months
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So who's ready to absolutely lose their fucking mind in 3 days
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the-spooky-children · 27 days
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There was a lot more 3D animation in SM 6 then I realised!
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