#General Samson

[slavhew]

i have no witty caption i love ths show

[latibulater]

im not going to spend too much time after this one post

Treister as this character-figure on the same story level as Jonas Venture. Jonas to Rusty to the twins, Treister to Hunter to Brock. this episode implies a rich history where I'm left thinking that Hunter's insecurities around inner turmoil stemmed from Treister ("Hans Brinker's thumb was stuck in a dike" "Son, whatever depravity you get up to on your own time is between you and your living god") which of course bled down to Brock, who must have tried to block out the fact that his mentor and person he respects most is constantly belittled and degraded as being foolish and girlish ("Wayland Flowers called, he wants his Madame back") because Hunter's entire character, of course, is introduced as a transphobic gag. Hunter can't escape from being a man who wants to be a woman no matter how hard Hunter begs the narrative ("I miss my breasts! Inside of me, there is a woman screaming to be heard."), the very next episode Hunter meets with Treister and is immediately shoved into the role of successor, replacement, and son. Over and over, Treister calls Hunter son, makes regular remarks into homophobic comments, and "Took guts to bust out the nest and go off on your own, son. Took balls to cut off your balls. Even without 'em, you got more true grit man-moxie on tap than any of these "yes" men and bureaucrats been runnin' the place."

Similarly to Rusty, in this regard at least, Hunter was created for a singular purpose and trying to make a new way inevitably results in Hunter right back where he started. Honestly, in the same way I imagine Jonas constantly belittling Rusty over any perceived weakness, I can easily picture a young Hunter being put through hell by superior officer Treister, for the good of god and country and the secret president. And additionally, just like how Rusty says no matter how bad a father Jonas was, he still loved him and misses him and wouldn't be who he is today with Jonas and so he can't imagine ever actually going against his father, Hunter clearly is panicking when he thinks Treister is self-euthanizing.

Even after Hunter lets go of the wheel the first time and Treister yells "What the hell are you doing?! Do not let go of that wheel, boy! There are 2,000 souls on board!", Hunter inevitably lets go AGAIN because he can't bear to hold on while someone he must've cared greatly for climbs into a shuttle-capsule. "Do not kill yourself, you crazy bastard!" "Ain't killin' myself, son." And AGAIN with the BOY. the SON.

And like, Hunter was an open joke for believing in the GCI in the 80s, so why was so many resources, a private office with an escape hatch outside, and a personal hulking assistant given? I can only believe b/c at the time Hunter was still Treister's favorite, still Treister's spy kid and most likely prepped to be his successor, despite the weird results. Then Hunter fucks up with Billy and Phantom Limb and gets sent out of country and is separated from Brock. To me, that reads as Treister getting irritated his "son" is playing dress-up on stake-outs and is getting distracted running around on wild goose chases, and it's time to find Hunter a nice, new assignment away from the only person in the entire OSI to provide back-up and believe in Hunter full-heartedly. Sending Hunter to Guam is Treister's version of sending his unruly "son" to military school, never mind the fact they're all in the military anyways.

Parent belittles non-conforming child, child grows into a bitter angry adult, becomes a parent and slowly has to Detangle and work through their past, even getting dragged back in after believing escape was possible, and now trying to do a tiny bit better by their own children. Not TOO much easier of course, cant get rid of that "walked to school uphill through snow both ways" attitude instilled. i think a main difference is that in the end Hunter was verbally loved by Treister and handed the OSI as a sign of trust, whilst Jonas spent zero screen time ever complimenting or being loving towards Rusty. So this leads to an unequal balance between Hunter and Rusty where Hunter can mind-control and take advantage of Rusty whereas Jonas and Treister were on more even-footing IMO.

Moreso, in "Any Which Way But Zeus", when everyone is passing out and checked out, Hunter is the only one still trying to come up with a reasonable plan but Treister completely interrupts and dismisses the plan out of hand. AND

AND Hunter is the only one given a 'female' code name "Kelly Clarkson", opposed to all other code names "Kenan and Kel" "Matthew Perry" "Orville Redenbacher", EXEPT of course "Topanga Lawrence" (she was an actress). Who was the only other person at the table Treister called a girl/disrespected (from a military masculinity complex)? BROCK. Hunter's protege. Previously, Treister had given a lot of respect to Brock even as a commander to an insubordinate...subordinate. "Still breathing, General Treister, sir.

No thanks to you." "Aw, you're lookin' fine, son." and the following: "Son, I believe your mind has gone AWOL. I shoulda seen this comin'.

Your work's been gettin' sloppy across the board, boy.........Why don't you come back with us so we can find you a nice, new assignment? Maybe somethin' a little easier on the ol' noggin'?"

Then the next interaction they have is Treister realizing Brock not only left the OSI but joined SPHINX with Hunter. That is all to explain why I feel like Treister is directly disrespecting them best he can while avoiding making things personal in front of power players in the villainous community. It's this whole power play exchange that reminds me of a family feud happening in front of company where the father is holding on by the skin of his teeth to not slap his kids.

Moving beyond that, Brock's own issues with masculinity are never brought up by Hunter. He gets the length of his hair mocked by others, is told constantly he's over-compensating, and is emasculated over his role within the Venture family. Never by Hunter, far as I can recall. And personally, I think Hunter nicknaming "boychick" is much softer and more affectionate than "boy" and "son" even because it's a very possessive word.

UMMMM to wrap up this post b/c idrk where I'm going anymore, I feel like Treister was a lot more influential to the background of the show than is obvious upon first viewing because he actually has been around so long and most likely has a very deep complicated relationship with Hunter that appears as Hunter unable to escape expectations of being a good soldier/son which reflects Jonas' relationship with Rusty as Rusty is unable to escape his father's infantilization of Rusty's capability and society's pre-determined expectation of him failing.

GIVE HUNTER A RX FOR ESTRADIOL SEASON 8!!!!!!!!

[justice-forever]

THE INCREDIBLE HULK

Marvel Universe Earth-20129 By Ikiki

[labrat8899]

If I had a nickel for every time my favorite character in a show was a mercenary that exclusively used blades I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot it’s it’s weird that it happened twice

Also these two definitely need to meet up, imagine that ass that they would kick together

[deadbeandrop]

okay but like why was he slaying so fucking hard in this outfit

also this reminds me of the probably accidental casual transgender moose pin-up calender lady

[grinchwrapsupreme]

the scene in Victor. Echo. November. where we get three different rumours about what happened to Phantom Limb's phantom limbs is so good like literally everybody knows that Billy was involved somehow but nobody knows the real details and then Billy admits he also doesn't remember like yeah that's exactly what happens when you do weird shit in college

[nirikeehan]

i will never, ever get over the fact that apparently Samson grants himself a lordship

[clawfulsart]

it's unlikely i'll draw anything serious. slow start to making and posting fanart

[gingerbredman1989]

A modern day Samson.

Leonardo AI

[thecastilloking]

Today, I just try out the character headcannon generator on some TBL characters.

I must say that I just discovered a forbidden power.

(Please like and reblog)

[stinkrascal]

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TRANSCRIPT

picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

[marvelousmrm]

Incredible Hulk #205 (Wein/Buscema, Nov 1976). Date night turns disastrous for Banner and Jarella.

[lenniharrisonsims]

Newcrest Royal Family Returns Home in Triumph

Finally back in Newcrest after their long exile, the Colona Royal Family made their way triumphantly to New Moon Palace during an elaborate military parade!

The first carriage down the street carried Princess Isabella Humphrey, Dowager Duchess of Whitland, her son, Lorenzo Humphrey, the new Duke of Whitland, and the Princess' father, Prince Widower Alfonso Colona.

The little family seemed in high spirits, despite only just recently leaving mourning for the late Duke Wendelin. It was also a cheering sight for the people of Newcrest to see the Prince Widower, who had been staying with Dowager Tsarina Nadia in Glimmerbrooke during his exile, and became a bit of a recluse. Many were wondering if he was okay.

The youngest of the royal quadruplets, Princess Francesca came down the street next, with her wife, Olive Colona, Duchess of Hazel Hills, and their children- Lady Contessina Colona, and the Right Honorable Miss Astrid and Master Anders Colona.

Astrid and Anders were adopted during the exile, when the Princess and Duchess were living with the Duchess' parents in Evergreen Harbor. This will be their very first time in Newcrest! Miss Astrid was also wearing a darling little coat and beret to match her big sister, Lady Contessina.

Next up the street was Princess Adriana and her husband, Major General Samson Glenn, as well as their children, Lady Charlette and Cosimo Glenn, Earl of Wildridge.

Now that the war is over, perhaps the Major General will begin to use his title of Marquess instead, but we doubt it. He comes from a long line of proud military men- his father Antione Glenn was also Major General in the Imperial Military. Major General Glenn's appearnance on the street also marks the first of the royal men who served during the war. The crowds went wild to see their heroes healthy and home again.

The eldest of the Princesses rode together, along with their partners. Princess Emilia joined by her fiance, Petty Officer Gabriel Micheletti, and Princess Lucrezia by her husband, Leo Rose, Duke di Tirabassi.

And of course, how could we forget charming Isidro, Marquess di Montiorre, winning over the crowds with that darling smile! Both of the Princess' partners served during the war- Gabe in the Imperial Navy, and Leo in the Imperial Army.

And finally, in the last carriage, our triumphant King and Queen, Cesare and Misha, joined by their son and heir, Crown Prince Dante, and their new ward and nephew, Master Damien Colona.

The crowd was thrilled to see King Cesare and Queen Misha returning in glory after the long years of exile, but there was a hesitance about the two young men in the cart. The crowd of course was incredibly wary about young Master Damien, being the son of the man who subjugated and abused them during the occupation, and it looks like Damien noticed. A few boos and protests were thrown his way, and he seemed to curl in on himself. On the other hand, the crowd also seemed to realize something as they watched that carriage move down towards the palace- the heir to the throne, Crown Prince Dante, didn't fight in the war. All of his brothers-in-law did, as did many civilians, even those who were refugees during the war, but not the future king. Discussions have erupted online about it, contemplating; if the Crown Prince wasn't willing to fight for his country, is he fit to lead it? And anyway, he looked miserable in that carriage, like he was too good to be there, too high above the common folk of his nation.

It certainly makes one wonder, but nevertheless, we are excited to see our royals home where they belong!

[o-kaythislooksbad]

ailesswhumptober day 19: dissociation / losing a sense / "i wish i could get you back"

chapter 5 / 7 of you fall and you crawl and you break | not rated, chose not to warn

"what do you mean, there's a boy on the field?" 

"exactly that, sir," one of the desk jockeys replied, unaffected by ross screaming directly into his ear. "he showed up about thirty seconds ago."

general ross's faced turned impossibly redder. "how the hell did he get past security?"

bruce didn't stick around long enough to find out the answer. he felt his mouth move as he yelled for the test to stop, heard the sound of footsteps rushing down the corridors, saw his hands push open the wide double doors to exit the observatory, but none of that registered.

"even now," bruce says, sitting on leonard's couch, "i can't tell you for certain what happened that night. i've talked about it over and over again and whatever i've said's become the truth, but we don't know."

"we?" doctor samson asks. "who are you referring to?"

bruce frowns. "me, i guess. and the team at gamma base; whatever video footage existed, it all got decimated when the bomb went off."

"i don't want excuses, banner! i need answers!" general ross demanded, his face inches away from bruce's. 

he focused on the creased lines around the general's mouth, the way his mustache twitched when he sneered. he let the words wash over him as easily as brian's had done years before and only nodded and said, "yessir," when ross paused for air. 

answers were harder to procure than bruce originally hypothesized. for one, any and all witness reports seemed to have vanished, and no one was willing to speak with him about what happened. the doctor he remembered visiting after the bomb went off wasn't listed in the phone book, and when he went to check the office, found that the building housed a veterinary clinic. the boy he remembered pushing out of the way had a name, but bruce wasn't allowed to know it or see the files related to his trespassing arrest. 

"you're not listening, bruce." betty's disappointment echoes through the small apartment.

"sorry," bruce replies instinctively. he tries to remember what betty had been talking about and looks around for any hints, but everything seems to be in order. dishes are in the drying rack, bills are piled in the corner, and a neat list of groceries is affixed to the fridge with a NASA magnet. 

there is, however, one major thing out of place.

bruce has no idea where he is, other than at a bar stool in a kitchenette with his wife, if the rings on their fingers are anything to go by.

"if anyone, and i mean anyone - janitors and night patrol are not exempt from this - has had any sort of contact with this hulk, they must report it to my office immediately." 

a chorus of "sir, yes, sir" filled the the room following ross's decree. bruce's ears rang; he shook his head minutely to try clearing it, and the action was immediately flagged by the officer beside him and brought to the general's attention.

"something to share with the room, banner?"

the ringing became a steady, low hum between bruce's ears. it was wordless, yet bruce could tell that it was a warning - do not speak to anyone about him, especially not the military.

"no, sir." 

"then quit wasting my time!"

bruce wakes somewhere in argentina, or perhaps puerto rico. he hasn't really been keeping track of anything specific regarding his existence. as long as he can rely on his senses - which he knows isn't very long - then everything else is just background noise. his senses, admittedly, filter everything into background information as well, but he can't bring himself to worry about that. 

streets and people, wildlife and nightlife; it all blurs into a vague audio track. concrete and rubble, sand and grass; it's all earth beneath his often bare feet, too callused and scabbed to differentiate the textures anyway. the clothes on his back come from clotheslines and trash bins and busses; the food that burns his guts doesn't come from anywhere better.

"mister fixit, i hope we're not boring you," berengetti said, laying a hand on his shoulder. 

joe's shoulder shifted minutely under the touch; he couldn't feel it, but welcomed it nonetheless. 

"not bored, mike. sick of sittin' around 'n waitin', that's all," he replied truthfully. "i thought vegas was supposed to be busy."

"las vegas," berengetti insisted. "las vegas, if you please. don't you worry, we've got plenty of work for you this weekend."

hulk turns around. small thing land on hulk. bug? no. not move like bug. bullet, voice tells him. dangerous, so hulk run. hulk run and jumps and run again, but bullets fall on hulk like rain. 

hulk roars. maybe noise will scare bullets away. danger away, keep him safe. but roars only make puny humans put away small sticks, bring out only little bit bigger sticks.

bullets from bigger sticks hit skin, harder than bullet. not hard to hurt; hulk strong, not hurt easy. not hurt hulk body, but hurt hulk in head and belly. hulk close hands, make fists. smash and smash and smash, crushing puny humans, puny sticks. puny tools to scare hulk. 

not work. hulk not scared from that. hulk not scared from anything. 

"whoa, doctor banner." rick's hands made their way into his line of sight. "take it easy, doc. you took quite a hit back there. well, the hulk did, at least, but you don't look so hot yourself."

bruce extended his arms and flexed his fingers a few times. he did the same with his legs and feet, and did his best to ignore that the only clothing on his body was a pair of purple shorts. nothing was broken or even bruised, nothing left him with even a headache; whatever happened to the hulk hadn't impacted him in the slightest. 

"what happened?"

rick looked anxiously around the cave, at the lab equipment and their stores of food, at the buckets designated for waste and refuse, at everything except bruce. 

"rick." bruce snapped his fingers in front of the boy's face. "what happened? are you hurt?"

"me? no, no, i'm all good, doc."

"who?" bruce took a step forward. 

"betty! she's fine, bruce, i swear! she got caught in the crossfire at gamma base but ross got her out in time, before…" 

bruce's blood went cold. "did he hurt her?"

"no, doc. hulk did what he always does; he tried to help her. thunderbolt didn't exactly see it like that, though." 

"he never saw it like it was," bruce tells leonard. "and i know my memory's off, and no one else can corroborate, but i'd bet everything i own that the first thing that i - that hulk told him - was to leave him alone. that he never wanted a fight. but no one ever listened," bruce whispers. "no one ever did."

[cinnabarts]

trying to make more refs of at least some of my decade old ocverse guys before artfight so here's rio. self described "avant-industrial-jazz" percussionist. dark web gluten eater.

[inquisitorvihannon]

Look I’m not saying I want this to have been canon but can you fucking imagine how poetic it could have been if Cullen had been the Red General instead of Samson? Corypheus lies and lies and lies and Cullen truly believes what he is doing is the most right thing he can do. Can you imagine the Meredith parallels???? Knight Commander Meredith gives in to red lyrium because of her paranoia and trauma, Knight Captain/Commander Cullen gives in to red lyrium because of his paranoia and trauma, both truly, deeply believe that they are doing the Good Thing.