#Hargreaves an alien??

[eastons-creations]

Season 2 ep 9 of umbrella academy has the big reveal of Hargreaves being an alien and can I say-

What the fuck? This still doesn’t make any sense to me. It felt so out of the blue the first time I watched it, and even now (after watching it multiple times) it still feels like that.

It honestly makes no sense for the plot - like what does it add? I’m so confused. 😂

[edibleashell]

TUA S4 feels

Pretty sure that Umbrella Academy S4 finale left a permanent scar on my psyche. Still one of my favorite shows but I might just end after season 3 in future rewatches. So many issues with S4.

In like episode 1 we got Ben and Jennifer touching and that started a countdown to the end of the world and the whole season was just junk to fill that time. So many good ideas that weren't done properly at all. Shuffling their powers? Alternate timelines? Hargreaves owning pretty much everything? Abigail just being alive? Pointless.

Luther was just a repeating loop of stripper and home decorating jokes.

Diego should have been a martial arts instructor or something not a depressed delivery guy. A bunch of jokes about him getting out of shape only to reveal that he's still jacked. He throws a potted plant and misses. His arc is just Big Sad for no reason and the relationships he built in the first three seasons were apparently irrelevant, if anyone would have been taking care of Safety Klaus it would have been him.

Allison's character was just an accessory to Klaus, after three seasons of her trying to reclaim the family she lost she ended up spending more time as a tool to Klaus's arc than she did with Claire. And Ray just being casually written out was so disrespectful.

Klaus, oh poor Klaus, my favorite character, what did they do to you? He should have been a nurse or something but instead he was paranoid, then pissed off because the writers decided that Klaus would equate marigold with drugs and just fall right off the wagon? And then he goes to some sketchy guy he owes money to even though S1 Klaus is shown just buying drugs from random people? All to justify his prisoner plot, none of which had any real impact. And he can fly for a second for some reason. Okay.

Five working for the CIA was bad. He should have been the retired fun uncle to Claire and Grace. After spending fifty years trying to get back to his family why did he keep leaving them? Why did he hook up with his brother's wife after only six years? And am I supposed to believe that in every timeline he has the same haircut? That none of the other Fives lost their arm? How did he never notice his boss's blatant umbrella tattoo? He just casually strolls through "his" apocalypse as though he doesn't have ptsd, and why were he and Lila living off sewer rats when they had infinite timelines to scavenge?

I was so excited to see Ben witg the family but one episode in he becomes a bomb and fucks off with a girl who can hardly be called a character.

Viktor was the only character I thought got some form of authenticity and justified growth, his arc kind of seemed like a ripoff of S3 Klaus though. And we missed out on what could have been a really beautiful scene of him drawing the upside down umbrella on his arm.

Lila went from "I don't want to be like my mom" to a motherhood cliche. And what was the deal with her family? She just found her parents and they immediately accepted her or something? Was there another Lila in this universe? That made no sense. If anyone would have joined the CIA it would have been her. Her and Diego should have been weird parents teaching their kids how to fight and kill but instead they got some domestic life that those characters never belonged in.

And there's so much more! Abigail is alive? Hardly relevant. Why did she body snatched Gene, it didn't really seem to change anything. The Keepers existed only to be a minor obstacle in the last episode. And are her and Reggie aliens? Why? How? What's the point?

AND DURANGO? THAT'S A CAR! Harland named marigold and for a farm kid that makes sense (though the retconned acceptance of that word into Umbrella vocabulary was irksome) But Durango? Abigail is a scientist and she names The Bad Dust after an SUV? Why?

AND WHY WAS THERE ZERO QUEERNESS? Each of the first three seasons had some sort of queer arc but not this one. I still wonder if some higher-up didn't intentionally assassinate the show as backlash for the immense respect S3 gave Elliot Page.

One last thing, music is a big part of the show, they've always put such thought and care into the soundtrack and it makes sense knowing who the creators are, so why, of all songs, was Baby Damn Shark the first song to be featured in like three episodes? It seems intentionally disrespectful.

I'm done, rant over, I'll never recover from this.

[idk-what-i-stan]

how the hell did anyone do a autopsy on Reginald Hargreaves and not notice the man was a god damn alien

[hestiviea]

I commented that Five Name might be Reginald

Reginald is immortal or has a prolonged life since he's an alien, to avoid suspicion he says he's the child of himself

now multiple times, five was never addressed as Hargreaves by the commission, his nameplate just says 'five' instead of Hargreeves

now Reginald and Five are similar than most of the Umbrella Academy, they're logic and common sense are dumb that present itself as smart but end up being broken

there are so many similarities that it'd be funny if Grace named him Reginald Hargreaves the Fifth because of it, that's why he's (five) so utterly trying so hard not to associate with that name

I have a friend who's name is fifth since his the fifth person in his family to have the same name, it would be funny as hell if five real name is Reginald Hargreaves the fifth

oh and also

the umbrella academy number are their names while sparrow academy numbers are their ranks

which is why the sparrows hardly care and the sparrows are more coworkers than family since they were constantly put against each other

Reginald keeps fucking them up

[addicted2coke-theothercoke]

Umbrella Academy (the TV show not the comic) has done a lot of pretty cruel things. The worst is probably it's consistent refusal to ever explain anything, only adding more and more questions.

Seriously, Hargreaves has gone from a man(probably?), to an alien, to a robot. What's happening?

Only slightly less worst though it's something they do in season one with these two good episodes ampliphided by comparison

The day that wasn't

And

The day that was

Cause the day that wasn't is just so much better then everything that goes wrong in the day that wasn't. And it's great. And it's annoying

Anyways

[stormz369]

I’d be so fucking pissed at Bruce, what do you mean they would’ve gone out and done it no matter what? You can make plans to trap and defeat aliens and supervillains, but you can’t keep your 10 year old from fighting crime? You don’t protect them from the media, from their abusive teachers or friends, from the world around them as their father, and you don’t protect them from dying and abuse as Batman. Why is a city, a simple location worth the lives and suffering of children? When will you love your children more than you love the idea of something else? When will you actually take steps to stop the cycle of villains and abuse and death? Not to mention they ARE child soldiers. “Wah wah wah but they WANTED to fight!!!” do you seriously think that no child soldiers wanted to fight in battles previously? That they weren’t fed so much propaganda and stories glorifying fighting or came from situations where fighting felt like freedom? You summed it up so much better than I can with the “if the city needs the blood of children, does it deserve to be saved?” Line!!! It’s not even the batkids that Bruce is constantly willing to sacrifice for Gotham or to keep from breaking his stupid rule, it is all the street orphans who will be picked up by any of the rogues as collateral or stress relief or whatever. It’s all the kids used as a punchline for joker, or brought into Two-face/Penguin/Black-Mask’s gangs in order to afford to live, or in the wrong place wrong time from Ivy. All their blood, because batman doesn’t kill but he also doesn’t tell children that they should be protected because otherwise he’d have to acknowledge that he NEVER protected his kids the way he should’ve.

Sorry for constantly sending you rants or ideas for each of your chapters, I’m just really hooked. This was much more than what I was thought of in my previous ask and it’s delicious. I can’t wait for Steph or Dick to try and talk reader out of the self hatred and she’ll just go “I used the power I had over Jason to force him to do things he wasn’t comfortable with. He begged for no needles back in the alley, and I almost immediately went against that the second you all asked that of me. I knew his boundaries for physical touch beforehand and yet still let him touch me in ways I knew he would hate if he was in his present state of mind. He wasn’t ready for this reveal either, and I helped to basically force him into that situation. I made Damian upset, made him think I’m disappointed or didn’t trust him to take care of himself when really I’m just utterly terrified for him and I’m so pissed that all of you looked at a child who was raised to be a soldier and never gave him the permission or ability to be anything else because it fit what you all wanted. I don’t regret my anger towards Bruce, I only wish I was more coherent in it. But nothing you can say will make me stop hating myself for what happened with Jason, and I am fully prepared for neither him nor Damian to ever trust me or want to be around me again now that I’ve proven I’m not actually that safe of a person to be around.” Meanwhile, the two bonded boys are listening in (all of them are, but those two are hiding out of sight, wanting to be with you but scared you’ll hate them) and it just breaks their hearts to hear your assessment of last night and of yourself :((((

Please never apologize for sending these, they give me life! I love, love, LOVE getting to hear your thoughts, especially the rants!

Fun fact; the blood of children line was reworked from a rant I threw at my dad after watching the first season of Umbrella Academy! 😂 I hate Reginald Hargreaves so fricken much....

💯 all of this! Bruce/Batman does not protect anyone, least of all the people who NEED protection most! I don't care how much the children "yearn for the capes" or whatever; I yearned for things I shouldn't have had as a child all day every day!

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Why are we so fascinated with aliens?

Robert Smith is convinced the aliens have won. "The invasion has happened—it's all over," says the University of Alberta space historian who teaches a course on the history of extraterrestrials.

It's not so much that Smith believes in their literal existence, only that aliens have staked their claim in the human imagination.

"Look at the TV listings on any given night, and it's clear they are everywhere," he says. "The number of programs with extraterrestrials is striking."

Just last month, the seventh film of the Alien franchise, "Alien Romulus," was released in theaters worldwide. The series has gripped the collective imagination since 1979 and is showing no signs of slowing down. Romulus has grossed more than $225 million worldwide so far, making it the third-highest-grossing film in the series.

When he isn't tracking every detail of the James Webb telescope, launched in December of 2021, for an upcoming book on the subject, Smith is reviewing his notes for a senior seminar called "The History of the Extraterrestrial Life Debate." According to him, it's the only course in the world that probes "the existence, nature and possible significance of extraterrestrial life from the ancient world to today."

Smith contends aliens have been invading our imagination at least since the ancients. The Greek philosopher Epicurus—who first came up with the idea that the universe is made up of atoms—speculated about other worlds, as did the Roman poet Lucretius.

In the second century CE, Lucian of Samosata wrote what is considered the first work of science fiction, a satire called "A True Story" about inhabitants of the sun and the moon fighting over the colonization of Venus.

"There's always been this fascination with what you could call the other, often very similar to us but sometimes different or even wildly different," says Smith.

"The extraterrestrial becomes a kind of mirror, and by trying to understand how people see extraterrestrials, we're also learning about what people think it is to be human."

Even the Catholic Church of the Middle Ages considered the possibility of aliens as a manifestation of God's power, says Smith.

"If you attended a medieval university … one of the topics you would likely have examined would have been other worlds, because if you said there were no other worlds, it was regarded as limiting God's power."

The popular fascination with aliens took off with the publication of "Conversations on the Plurality of Worlds," by French author Bernard le Bovier de Fontenelle in 1686, says Smith. Considered the first scientific blockbuster in publishing history, it was read by many people at the time and is still in print today after almost 100 editions.

The best English translation of the text, according to Smith, was done by a former U of A English professor and science fiction writer, H.A. Hargreaves, in 1990.

Considered one of the first major works of the Enlightenment, it was partly inspired by Copernicus' revolutionary discovery that Earth revolved around the sun, rather than the other way around. That shift in cosmology allowed for the possibility of other solar systems, and therefore other worlds.

By the 18th century, "The great majority of educated people probably believed in life on other worlds," says Smith.

The popularity of "Conversations" and the idea of extraterrestrial life increased well into the 19th century, fueling a hot debate between two major intellects of the age—scientist David Brewster and Anglican minister and philosopher of science William Whewell. That debate "spawned a huge body of literature," says Smith, including perhaps the most famous alien invasion tale of all time: H.G. Wells' 1897 "War of the Worlds," which left its indelible mark well into the 20th century.

Wells' novel was widely seen as a reflection of anxiety over British imperialism. The author once said the story was prompted by a discussion with his brother about the brutal British colonization of Tasmania; he wondered what would happen if Martians treated England the same way.

War of the Worlds tapped into a fundamental human fear, famously manifested when the 1938 CBS Radio version narrated by Orson Welles reportedly caused panic among some listeners who didn't realize it was fiction.

For the most part, says Smith, interest in aliens dropped off slightly in the first half of the 20th century as astronomers surmised that solar systems were relatively rare. But the mania picked up again with the space race of the late 1950s and early 1960s.

"As soon as we sent a spacecraft into space, we were thinking about the implications of that," says Smith. "Remember, the Americans actually celebrated their bicentennial in part by looking for life on Mars (with the launch of Viking 1 in 1976)."

Since then, interest in aliens has been relentless and pervasive, with a flood of movies attesting to our fascination with all things extraterrestrial, from "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," "Star Trek" and "2001: A Space Odyssey" to "Alien," "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," "The X-Files" and "Dr. Who." And that barely scratches the surface.

After taking the long view, does Smith believe in the existence of extraterrestrials? He prefers to defer to the great science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke. "Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying."

IMAGE: "Alien: Romulus" — the seventh film in the long-running franchise — is the latest example of how humans depict extraterrestrials as objects of both fascination and dread. Credit: Disney

[klaus-greeves]

THE INTRO || NUMBER EIGHT: CASSIE

On October 1st, 1989, 42 women gave birth to 42 children. This was only unusual in the fact that none of the women were pregnant when the day started.

One woman, located in Las Vegas, Nevada held the “miracle child” in her arms. A child she would call Cassie. A child she would love, no matter what. No matter the circumstance of Cassie’s birth- the mother had always wanted a child. She believed this was an act of God. She’d been living in a picturesque home, with her loving and supportive husband, and putting substance after substance in her body to make things work. This soon became a slippery slope- soon enough one substance was no worse than another substance. The picturesque home turned into sleazy motels. The loving and supportive husband became men of the night. Practically anyone who had spare change to give at the time.

Mom thought her opportunity for a happily ever after was long gone- but here she was. She had her wish. She set up for a few days and nights in her motel room. Between the lack of income and the nights of constant screaming she wondered if she could hack it. If she could truly live a successful life and provide Cassie with the life she needed and deserved. Most of the nights she sat wishing, hoping, and praying for another miracle. Another streak of good luck.

Enter Sir Reginald Hargreaves, eccentric billionaire, explorer, and (alien?). A knock was heard on the eighth door of the Sin City Inn. Cassie became a disgruntled newborn and filled the small room with cries. Mother opened the door with the chain lock still attached- just enough of her eyes peeking out to see who it could possibly be. Her black eyeliner smudged from the sweat and lack of sleep a newborn comes with was just the tip Reginald needed to strike up a deal.

You know how it goes… dear Reggie offers up a lump sum of cash in exchange for Cassie. Mother hesitates.

“But why? She’s my miracle baby. She was placed into my care by a higher being listening to my prayers!” She explained.

“Your price ma’am?” Reginald asks, with complete disregard for the woman’s explanation.

Mother looked to Cassie. She was asleep on the motel bed- no crib because Mother couldn’t afford it. She was crying out for food- she’d only ate once today because again, Mother had gone without in order to make sure Cassie’s needs were met. She looked at Cassie in her diaper made from a portion of curtains, and knew she didn’t have much of an argument if she wanted Cassie’s best interests at heart.

“Can we work out a deal?” Mother turned to Reginald. She was become shifty from the lack of substances in her body. She began contouring her mouth, obsessively twisting her hair around her fingers; she began sweating and fidgeting.

“I’m not sure you’re in the position to be making deals madam. But I am listening.” Reginald said, adjusting the monocle that rested over his left eye.

“Can you tell her who she was and why I did this. Can she possibly come back to me?” Mother bargained as she began chewing her nails looking back and forth from Cassie to Reginald.

Reginald thought for a minute. At this point- there is no reasoning with Mother. As a businessman, you say whatever gets the job done. “Certainly,” he said as he signed his name to the check made out for $6000. “Take care of yourself.” Reginald scooped the child and away they went.

At this point, you can infer the child was raised with the rest of The Umbrella Academy. Cassie was always quiet, but made the best of situations. She grew through adolescence to be very sentimental, kind, understanding, and the glue that held her family together when tensions were high. Through Vanya’s isolation, Ben’s death, and Five’s disappearance- the shoulder to cry on was Cassie. The academy’s built in therapist with sound advice always at the ready was Cassie. The down for anything to not upset anyone was Cassie.

At age 10, much later than her other siblings, Cassie’s powers revealed themselves. Number Three, or how Cassie knew her: Allison, had joined Cassie in the kitchen, where she was working on her Spanish studies.

“Still no powers, Cassie?” Allison asked taking a seat. Suddenly Cassie gasped and had a blank stare. It’s like everything Allison was thinking was laid out like a novel in front of her eyes. Allison was thinking Reginald made a mistake when her adopted Cassie, how Cassie was a nice person, but a failure when it came to showing up and showing out. Cassie was heartbroken, but she’d never let it show. She became teary eyed and just shuddered as Allison stared at her with confusion. “Uhm Cas, what just happened?” Cassie gathered her things abruptly and left the room.

Cassie had ran to Pogo’s office and explained the events before. “My dear Cassandra- I think you’ve discovered your powers. We must tell your father at once.” Pogo took Cassie to Reginald’s study where he sat at his desk, in his chair, documenting notes about the training and tribulations with the others that day. “Mr. Hargreeves, you’ll be delighted to know that Miss Cassandra has shown the power of extra sensory perception.”

Reginald looked up from his notes at Cassie, then immediately went back to note taking. “Excellent Number Eight, we will see you bright and early for trials starting promptly at 7 am tomorrow! Rest now.”

Pogo turned to Cassie with a sincere smile- then handed her off to Grace to prepare for bed. “But I don’t understand- I only did it once. How will I know how to do it? What if I can’t do it again?” Cassie asked.

“Now now, do not worry yourself with such troubles! Your father is an excellent teacher. You’ll get the hang of it in no time!” Grace reassured, as she sent Cassie off to her room.

Cassie sat on the bed- her head began pounding from seeing all of Allison’s thoughts. Being so unprepared for the amount of letters, words, and sentences at one time in her brain and trying to make sense of them all. She clutched her temples, hoping the searing pain would not be a reoccurrence.

“Why Number Eight!” A mock British accent came from the doorway. “You’ve done it dear girl, you’ve got a much better power than that measly Number Four!” Klaus laughed. He returned to his normal accent. “Quick I’m thinking of a number between 1 and 10- what is it?”

Cassie stifled a laugh. “Uhm…” she stared at him for a moment. But no spattering of words and letters appeared. She didn’t know how to turn her power on. “…let’s go with…7?” She said with zero confidence.

“Damn, lucky guess. Okay let’s up the stakes and see if you’re just on a hot streak. I’m thinking of a number between 1 and 1 million,” he said leaning in the doorway.

“Okay Klaus and I want to ask Freddie Mercury a question. You conjure him and I’ll tell you your number,” she joked.

“Well played Number Eight, I will see you at trials in the morning,” he said saluting her and heading off to his room.

Cassie grew into her powers. She knew how to turn it on and how to turn it off. Hint: these powers come in handy when at job interviews, but not when asking someone if an outfit looks good or not. At the age of 20, she left the Academy in the trickle down effect that all siblings parted ways, except for Luther. No matter how desperately she tried to get him to part ways with Reginald’s manipulation, she could read his thoughts. The bastard still held Reginald in the highest of regards and thought the world of him. She could no longer handle being the glue. She had to get out. And so she did.

She found success in becoming a so called fortune teller. A prophet. Read people’s minds of their wants, needs, and desires and repeat it back to them. She’d just finished up with a client and turned the knob on the television. That’s when she saw the headline on a blue background. “REGINALD HARGREEVES DEAD”. She fell into a chair and became overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness and shock- but immediately was met with a sense of relief. Her first tonight: Luther is finally free. Her second thought: we are finally free. Her third thought: what do you even wear to a billionaires funeral?

[misschatterboxgirl]

Mr. Men Show’s AU Dollhouse

Rodger Hargreaves wanted to give his son, Adam, some friends, and doing so, he created a doll of an orange round man with long arms with a king costume. Suddenly, it came to life and was named Mr. Tickle. Since then, he created more dolls and Adam became friends with them and they even built their own city called Dillydale.

The Dolls

Miss Bossy: Queen Costume

Mr. Bounce: Frog Costume

Mr. Bump: Steampunk Costume

Miss Calamity: Cat Costume

Miss Chatterbox: Angel Costume

Miss Daredevil: Stuntwoman Costume

Mr. Funny: Clown Costume

Mr. Fussy: Victorian Era Costume

Miss Giggles: Flower Costume

Mr. Grumpy: Death Costume

Mr. Happy: Doctor

Miss Helpful: Electrician Costume

Mr. Lazy: Hipster Costume

Miss Magic: Magician Costume

Mr. Messy: Rockstar Costume

Miss Naughty: Devil Costume

Mr. Nervous: Sailor Costume

Mr. Noisy: Tango Dancer Costume

Mr. Nosey: Gnome Costume

Mr. Quiet: Kung Fu Costume

Mr. Rude: Chef Costume

Miss Scary: Vampire Costume

Mr. Scatterbrain: Jester Costume 

Mr. Small: Gnome Costume

Mr. Strong: Hercules Costume

Mr. Stubborn: Werewolf Costume

Miss Sunshine: Mermaid Costume

Mr. Tall: Alien Costume

Mr. Tickle: King Costume

Miss Whoops: Steampunk Costume

This AU is inspired by Pinocchio and Toy Story.💖

[aew-regression-cove]

My fictional caregivers

(will add to this as I see fit <3 & this will get as long as I want lol)

!!! I would like to make a disclaimer that me being attached to these characters doesn't automatically mean I agree with all of their actions !!!

Dino Divider

Coloured Names = Currently Most Active.

Comfort Actors. = *

Horror/Spooky/Dark:

David Powers. (the lost boys)

Michael Emerson. (the lost boys)

Eric Draven. (the crow)

Adam & Barbara Maitland. (beetlejuice)

Danny Torrance. (dr sleep) *

Egon Spengler. (ghostbusters)

Peter Venkman. (ghostbusters)

Dana Barrett. (ghostbusters)

Winston Zeddmore. (ghostbusters)

Ellen Ripley. (alien)

Seth Brundle. (the fly) *

Stu Macher. (scream)

Morticia & Gomez Addams. (addam family values)

Michael Myers. (halloween)

Laurie Strode. (halloween)

Ed & Lorraine Warren. (the conjuring)

Thomas Sharpe. (crimson peak) *

Daryl Dixon. (the walking dead)

Negan. (the walking dead)

Glenn Rhee. (the walking dead)

Hannibal Lector. (hannibal + silence of the lambs)

Lee Bodecker. (the devil all the time) *

Jareth/Goblin King. (labyrinth)

Tate Langdon. (american horror story — season 1) *

Marvel (+ X-Men):

Bucky Barnes. *

Peter Maximoff. * (Big Brother Specifically)

Logan Howlett.

Deadpool.

Remy Lebeau/Gambit.

Charles Xavier.

Erik Lehnsherr.

Hank McCoy.

Scott Summers.

Ororo Munroe.

Kurt Wagner.

Jean Grey.

Wanda Maximoff.

Frank Castle.

Matt Murdock.

Foggy Nelson. (daredevil)

Clint Barton.

Loki Laufeyson.

Mobius.

Moonknight System. *

Layla El Faouly.

Bruce Banner.

The Grandmaster. (thor ragnarok) *

Peter Parker. (tasm)

Eddie Brock & Venom.

Miguel O'Hara. (atsv) *

Hobie Brown. (atsv)

Johnny Storm. (fantastic four) *

Reed Richards. (fantastic four)

Scott Lang.

Steve Rogers. *

Peggy Carter.

Tony Stark.

Agatha Harkness.

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi. *

Poe Dameron. *

Din Djarin. (the mandalorian) *

Kylo Ren. *

Han Solo.

Qui Gon Jinn.

Hunter. (the bad batch)

Tech. (the bad batch)

Crosshair. (the bad batch)

Wrecker. (the bad batch)

Echo. (the bad batch)

Captain Rex. (clone wars)

Anakin Skywalker. *

DC:

Harley Quinn.

Alfred Pennyworth. (batman)

Bruce Wayne. (batman 1989 + batman returns + batman forever) *

Edward Nygma/The Riddler. (batman forever) *

John Constantine. (constantine) *

Sci-fi:

Eddie Munson. (stranger things)

Jim Hopper. (stranger things)

Joyce Byers. (stranger things)

Klaus Hargreaves. (the umbrella academy)

Five Hargreaves. (the umbrella academy)

Ian Malcolm. (jurassic park) *

Alan Grant. (jurassic park)

David Levinson. (independence day) *

TV Shows:

Dean Winchester. (supernatural)

Castiel. (supernatural)

Archangel Gabriel. (supernatural)

Charlie Bradbury. (supernatural)

Bobby Singer. (supernatural)

JJ Maybank. (outer banks)

John B Routledge. (outer banks)

Pope Heyward. (outer banks)

Rafe Cameron. (outer banks)

Spencer Reid. (criminal minds)

Penelope Garcia. (criminal minds)

Aaron Hotchner. (criminal minds)

Luke Alvez. (criminal minds)

Emily Prentiss. (criminal minds)

Derek Hale. (teen wolf)

Peter Hale. (teen wolf)

Melissa McCall. (teen wolf)

Noah Stilinski. (teen wolf)

Peter Scarbrow. (higher ground) *

Gregory House. (house MD)

James Wilson. (house MD)

Sherlock Holmes. (bbc sherlock)

John Watson. (bbc sherlock)

Ravi Singh. (a good girls guide to murder)

Jethro Gibbs. (ncis)

Ducky. (ncis)

Lucifer. (lucifer)

Catnoir. (miraculous ladybug)

Rosie. (hazbin hotel)

Dystopian:

Neo. (the matrix) *

Haymitch Abernathy. (the hunger games)

Finnick Odair. (the hunger games)

Minho. (the maze runner)

Newt. (the maze runner)

Gaming:

Joel Miller. (the last of us) *

Phillip Graves. (call of duty)

John Price. (call of duty)

Leon Kennedy. (resident evil)

Action + Fantasy + Misc:

Ransom Drysdale. (knives out) *

Indiana Jones.

Commander Mills. (65) *

Tangerine. (bullet train) *

Maria. (bullet train)

Hades. (hercules + descendents)

Mary Poppins. (disney)

Christopher Robin. *

Alice Cullen. (twilight)

Carlisle Cullen. (twilight)

Jasper Cullen. (twilight)

Oogie Boogie. (the nightmare before christmas)

Kristoff. (frozen)

Giselle. (enchanted)

Prince Edward. (enchanted)

Elle Woods. (legally blonde)

Iceman. (top gun)

Goose. (top gun)

Maverick. (top gun)

[gameguides]

Crysis 2 Remastered Achievements Guide 100%

Welcome to our Crysis 2 Remastered Achievements Guide 100%. This is a detailed Guide on how to get all Achievements and hopefully it will help you in case you get stuck on certain Achievement. #Crysis2Remastered

Crysis 2 Remastered Achievements Guide 100%

-Its recommended you start the game on Post-Human Warrior difficulty, so you do not have to replay the whole game twice, and in case you worry, the game is not that challenging on Soldier Difficulty. -Reminder to be on a lookout for: Souvenirs and Speed Cameras. There is also Dog Tags, Car Keys and Emails, but they do not count towards the achievements. ps. i linked below a great video where you can find all of the collectables. -Pro Tip: Chapters can be replayed in case you missed a collectable or Achievement. How long to beat: Main Story - 9h - 14h Completion - 15h - 27h Difficulty Achievements Reminder: If you don't wanna beat the game twice, Set the game Difficulty to Post-Human Warrior difficulty.

City That Never Sleeps Complete 6 levels on Veteran difficulty

Heart of Darkness Complete 6 levels on Post-Human Warrior difficulty

Evolution Complete 12 episodes on Veteran difficulty

Medal of Honor Complete 12 levels on Post-Human Warrior difficulty

Start Spreading the News Finish the single player campaign on any difficulty

Men of Destiny Complete the single player campaign on Veteran difficulty

Post-Human Warrior Complete the single player campaign on Post-Human Warrior Campaign - Not Missable

Can it run Crysis? Complete In at the Deep End

Foreign Contaminant Escape the Battery Park evacuation center

More than Human Assimilate alien tissue at the crash site

False Prophet Find Nathan Gould

Internal Affairs Infiltrate the CELL facility at Wall Street

Into the Abyss Infiltrate the alien hive

Once a Marine, Always a Marine Assist the Marines in Madison Square

Hung Out to Dry Reach the Hargreave-Rasch building

Fire Walker Assist the evacuation at Bryant Park

Dark Night of the Soul Defend Central Station

Crossroads of the World Complete the evacuation at Times Square

Theseus at Last Locate Jacob Hargreave

Home Stretch Reach Central Park Crysis 2 Remastered Combat and Other Achievements The achievements were arranged in order they were unlocked "more or less".

Two Heads Are Better Than One Kill two enemies with 1 bullet can be done in Chapter 2 like shown in video below(Video credit goes to PowerPyx):

Food for thought Kill a enemy by pushing a donut on top of him can be done in Chapter 2 like shown in video below(Video credit goes to PowerPyx):

Headhunter Kill 4 enemies in a row with headshots Very easy achievement, can be done with almost any weapon, but in case you having difficulties, at beginning of chapter 5, you acquire a sniper and can be done with it.

Death Slide Kill 5 enemies while sliding Best done with a shotgun, just hold shift to sprint, click C to slide and kill 5 enemies.

Death Grip Kill 10 enemies with grab and throw Turn on Strength on your suit, come close to the enemy, hold F and then Left Mouse Button to throw them. Note you cannot pick up enemies while in Cloak, but you can use it to sneak up to the enemies, so be creative.

Blast Radius Kill at least 3 enemies with a single grenade Its even easier then it sounds, its best done when you raise the alarm because enemies bunch up together, it can be done even in higher game difficulty.

Close Encounters Stealth kill 25 enemies Turn on Cloak and sneak up to enemies to stealth kill them, best done in early game, but its not that hard even in late game.

Fastball Kill 10 enemies by throwing an object at them You literally pick up almost anything that you see and think would cause serious damage to the enemy, and throw it at the enemies with left mouse button, some times you'll have to throw multiple items at enemies, it all depends on what you throwing at them and what difficulty you playing on.

Popcorn Kill 20 enemies with the Microwave cannon The Microwave Gun or X-43 Mike can be found in Subway Dark Heart, its right after your path is blocked by a derailed train in the flooded area, get up on the platform and you will see the microwave gun on the ground.

Hole in One Pick up enemies and throw them into the hole This is also done in Dark Heart find the big hole in the water, and throw a enemy in side of it

Band of Brothers Keep all marines alive during the rescue in Semper Fi or Die

Literary Agent Scan all of Richard Morgan's books in the NY public library. This is done in Chapter 12 during 'Train to Catch', after entering the huge burning building, you will find the book to scan, you actually need to scan only 1 book in order to get his achievement

Stealth Assassin Re-route the power in Eye of the Storm without being detected This is done in Eye of the Storm Mission. you need to run thru the map without getting detected and reach the power station. Crysis 2 Remastered Collectables Achievements Reminder there is Dog Tags, Car Keys and Email collectables, but they do not count towards the achievements.

The Tourist Find all 18 New York Souvenirs(one per level)

Speeding Ticket There is a total of 10 Speed Tickets Read the full article

[brokehorrorfan]

Hero Complex Gallery has released Prey and Alien prints. Prey by Jeremy Wheeler is an 11x14 giclee print, limited to 150, for $25. Alien by Maxwell Hargreaves is a giclee print, limited to 175, available in 16x24 for $45 and 24x36 for $65.

[m3t4ln3rd]

Alien Weaponry reveal video for new single "Hatupatu"

Band: Alien WeaponrySong: “Hatupatu”Director: Alex HargreavesAlbum: TangaroaRelease Date: September 17th, 2021Label: Napalm Records Drummer Henry de Jong said of the track: “The story of ‘Hatupatu’ is one Lewis and I grew up with – our father was the first person to tell us as children. Having a family connection with it only made creating a song more intriguing for us. Traditionally, Māori…

[in-tua-deep]

I would like to see Hargreaves family time please :3

HMMMM have a bonding scene ;3c

it is unedited though bc i never got around to it lmao

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The thing they don’t tell you about recovering after escaping from terrible experiences, is that there are some things that you miss about them. You can be glad that you escaped while still mourning what you left behind, even if as far as you are concerned there shouldn’t be anything to mourn in the first place.

Five hated the apocalypse with something heavy and terrible that settled deep in his gut and that tended to be vomited out at the most inopportune times. Or perhaps it wasn’t hate at all, but fear that he experienced. Not that he would ever admit it, mind you.

But there were just some things that just - well. Five had spent over forty years in the apocalypse, sifting through rubble and ruin and scratching out equations on walls that were too broken to offer even the memory of the comfort and safety they’d once upheld. He’d spent forty years clinging to life by his fingernails and re-reading a book that was the only thing he had of his siblings outside of the grave sites he refused to visit,

He didn’t want to go back there. His entire life’s work was getting out of that hellscape and making it so that it never existed in the first place. Five hated and feared the apocalypse, but oh there were some days that he missed it with such a terrible fierceness it rather took his breath away.

He missed it on the days when nothing seemed to go right, when every word that came out of his mouth was wrong. When people looked at him with tightness around their eyes and pinched lips, and his siblings looked at him with pity in their eyes. Poor little Number Five, who couldn’t even accomplish the simplest of social interactions without inevitably fucking it up. Poor little Number Five, who forgot that people weren’t supposed to write on walls or hoard food in their rooms or freak out when someone burned food in a kitchen. 

Adapting to a normal life was a challenge that Five hadn’t ever thought about - because what about his life had ever been normal? He was a child soldier, and then an apocalypse survivor, and then a temporal assassin and then - he wasn’t quite certain what he was now. Was he a child, or an adult? What was he supposed to do with himself now?

He missed that sense of purpose in the apocalypse. He missed Dolores. His one companion for so many years. He’d actually known her for longer than he’d known his own family, and wasn’t that an odd thought?

He missed the spot he’d holed up in before an earthquake had ruined it almost ten years before the Commission had found him. It wasn’t much, but he’d found a handful of records that had miraculously survived and an old record player that had even more miraculously done so. 

He’d admitted to Dolores that he didn’t really know how to dance, not beyond the general flailing and swaying his siblings had used to drag him into when Luther played something from his budding collection.

(Five hadn’t had the heart to go rooting through the remains of the Umbrella Academy for things that could be salvaged, but he wondered about it often. He wondered if he’d find a whole entire collection of records, of if Luther would have lost interest and gotten rid of them all. He wondered if Allison still read through all the trashy magazines she could get her hands on as an adult, if she still tried to balance books on her head and walk regally through the house just because she’d read it once in a princess book or if she’d grown out of that. 

He was back now, and perfectly capable of asking, but he didn’t. He looked at his siblings and saw strangers and missed his childhood even with the shadow of Reginald looming over them all. He loved his siblings as they were now, but oh he ached with the knowledge that the siblings he had known, the ones he had tried so hard to get back to, were lost to time. As good as dead. But then again, perhaps so was he.

He wasn’t the child who left on that fateful November day. He would never be him again.)

He missed Dolores teaching him to dance under the pale moon. Or well, not perhaps dancing so much as gently swaying together with his arms around her, cheek pressed against hers, as he closed his eyes and pretended for a moment that he hadn’t met her in the apocalypse at all. That they’d just bumped into one another in the street and gone on dates where he made her laugh and where he stressed about what to wear - a million inconsequential moments that meant nothing and everything at the same time. He’d wished they’d had a life together instead of the slow drawn out death that was the only thing that existed in the apocalypse.

And perhaps, there were other things he didn’t know he would miss until they were already gone and out of reach. Things he didn’t even think about, until he looked up at night and wondered where all the stars had gone.

It was a silly thing to get upset over, to go tearing through the house like a man possessed to figure out what had happened to the stars.

(Or perhaps it wasn’t so silly after all - the almost-apocalypse he had witnessed destroyed the moon. Was it such a reach to wonder about the stars, as well?)

Light pollution was the simple answer. It wasn’t that the stars were no longer there, just that they were drowned out. Only a few pinpricks bright enough to shine through and be picked up by the human eye. There had been no human lights in the apocalypse, with no one to turn them on or off except one lonely man who had a flashlight with scavenged batteries. Not nearly enough to make any difference.

The stars had been so beautiful. On the clear crisp nights, he’d lay next to Dolores on the ground staring up at the brilliant specks of light and tried his darnest to remember the constellations that once upon a time Luther had enthusiastically outlined for his unattentive brother at the height of his space phase.

(“When we get back,” He’d whispered to Dolores ever so softly, in the way he whispered every wish that only seemed appropriate to utter out loud under the night sky, “I’m going to get Luther to tell me them again, and I’ll actually listen this time. I won’t tell him to shut up, or that stars aren’t important. I’ll listen.”

He’d never been very good at listening, even as a child. But outside of a seven day deadline - the apocalypse had taught him patience. It was something the Commission found to be a boon as well - there was nothing more deadly than a very patient predator on the hunt, after all.)

Klaus had told him that the apocalypse was an addiction, and Five had done his best to quit cold turkey. 

He’d returned Dolores to her store, mourning what could never be between them. In darker moments, he wondered if she would have ever actually chosen him - in that imaginary world where they met on a crowded street by happenstance. They’d been forced together at the end of the world, and even though he loved her he wondered about things like choice and happiness and shared trauma. Them breaking up was the right thing to do, he knew that, he just hadn’t realized quite how much it would hurt.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Five sought comfort where he could. That he stole a record from Luther’s collection (it had gotten bigger, a passion pursued into adulthood which was one question answered) that he must have played dozens of times on that record player in their little sanctuary at the end of the world. That he slept on the floor instead of the bed that was far too soft in so many ways.

That he crept up to the roof and lay on his back and stared at the stars that were visible, remembering a sky filled with diamonds and a cool hand in his own and whispered hopes and dreams and secrets from one terribly lonely boy to the uncaring infinity of the cosmos.

And maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that it wasn’t long until he was discovered up there, gazing at the sky with such careful mourning carved across his face.

(He hated and feared the apocalypse, but he mourned it as well. It had raised him, in the harsh and terrible way that was all the apocalypse knew how to do. He’d been raised by Reginald Hargreeves and forged in bruises and thoughtless brutality, and then delivered into the arms of something else that didn’t care for him either. 

He grew into a boy with careless cruelty and harsh criticisms and a love for his siblings that burned hotter and longer than any fire the apocalypse could produce. He grew into a man, or perhaps just something man-shaped, in starvation and desperation and terrible all-consuming loneliness.

Reginald had been fond of telling them, “You will learn through suffering.” It was something trotted out whenever the children were forced to skip meals or run up and down stairs until their insides twisted and they retched on the floor barely held up by burning thighs and weak knees. It was being tossed behind locked doors until they promised their unrelenting obedience to a man who had done nothing to deserve it.

If suffering was a teacher, then surely Five was one of the wisest people alive.)

“What are you doing up here?” Luther asks, too loud in the stillness of the night. Five doesn’t begrudge him it though, it wasn’t every day one was confronted by their teenage shaped brother laying listlessly on the roof at hours when everybody should be tucked away in bed.

“What are you doing up here?” Five parrots back, melancholy mood sharpening the edge of his words into something more pointed than he perhaps meant them to be.

Luther shuffles, looking awkward in his own skin as he so often does. It’s enough to make Five soften, just ever so slightly. After all, Luther isn’t exactly the only member of the house who feels alien in their own body. 

Perhaps it’s cruel to take comfort in his brother’s discomfort. But perhaps Five is cruel. It isn’t the worst thing he’s been called in his life.

(No one speaks about the dinner where Five and Diego had been sniping at one another and pushing each other’s buttons where Diego had brought up Five abandoning the family. That had been his exact word - abandoning. Five had frozen and Diego had pressed on, snarling about Five not getting an opinion about Reginald because he’d ditched so early and left the rest of them to Dad’s tender mercies. He’d said far more, but the rest of that dinner was a blur of sound and colors for Five.

Diego had apologized over the incident and then proceeded to not look Five in the eye for the next week. The whole family were so good at picking at one another’s weak spots and hitting them hard and fast. It was practically second nature. They knew which points to leave alone when it came down to it for each other, but not for Five. Not yet.

They didn’t know him anymore. It was a work in progress navigating their respective minefields of trauma in the meantime.)

“I asked you first.” Luther says, childish statement bringing Five out of his own thoughts. At the end of the day, they are brothers.

And perhaps it is that brotherly spirit that prompts Five’s lips to quirk as he offers the equally childish response of: “I asked you second.”

Luther scowls, but he’s fully aware of exactly how stubborn Five could be. That’s Five, built out of spite and pettiness, who never knew how to just lay down and give up. But if he’d been any less himself, they would never be there that night on the roof irritating one another. The thought fills Five up with something that could almost be called fondness.

Luther crosses his arms, and looks away. “I like looking at the stars.” He admits haltingly, and it makes Five sit up from where he was still sprawled on the ground. “I just - on the moon - I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Five cuts in with a fierceness that surprises them both. Five doesn’t look at Luther, just the sky. “There’s not as many stars, here. Not that you can see. It’s supposed to look different, but what’s left is still comforting because the sky is a constant. Because the stars don’t really change, even when the rest of the world does.”

“Yeah.” Luther sounds surprised at Five’s insight. There’s a moment of hesitation before Luther is gently lowering himself down to sit on the roof a few feet away from where Five is. When Five dares to sneak a glance, Luther’s eyes are trained on the sky with an almost wistful look on his face.

“I know I’m not supposed to miss it,” Luther begins, and the thought sounds so much like what Five was just pondering that he can��t help but startle. Thankfully, Luther doesn’t see. “But - it was always my dream, you know? To go up there, into space. I know it was just a rejection now, that Dad didn’t want me around so he wouldn’t have to face his failure.” Luther’s face twisted as he spat out the last word. He’d taken it hard, learning that he was just as insignificant in the grand scheme of their father’s plans as the rest of them.

“But.” Luther continues, his face smoothing out, “It was still four years of my life. I had a routine. It was lonely, but god Five. The weightless feeling? The stars? The sunrises? There’s nothing quite like it.”

There’s a silence between them for a moment that Five decides to break. Because he’s trying, he really is.

“Sometimes,” Five says, so softly that Luther actually shifts closer to hear him, “Sometimes the apocalypse was beautiful. A decade or so in, when the plants just tentatively started realizing it was safe to grow again, and the weeds came back first. Just spots of green and bright yellow dotted through the cracks and crevices.”

(Five had spent many springs of his life wandering through the rubble, leaning down to pick dandelions to admire before he ate them. Even when he was terribly hungry, he’d never eaten all of them - always leaving some to mature and bring more the next year. Picking them up and blowing softly and remembering the first time he’d seen one - on a mission where Ben had quietly and excitedly informed them that they had to blow on it and make a wish. That he’d read about it in a book.

Five had made the same wish for forty some years. He wasn’t sure what he’d wish for now, now that it had come true.)

“And when the skies were clear, at night - the stars were beautiful.” Five admitted, Luther made a sound but Five ignored it to carry on because if he didn’t speak his mind now he might never. “There were so many Lu, way more than we ever saw out our bedroom windows. And on nights where the moon was just a sliver, there were even more. We’d lay out there for hours.”

Luther coughs. Five looks over and isn’t quite sure why there’s a guilty look on his brother’s face. “’We’ would uh, be you and uh, Dolores, right?” 

Ah, that would explain it. Luther always got that look when Five brought up Dolores, no doubt thinking about when he’d held her out of a window as leverage to prevent Five from killing someone. Luther hadn’t known then, Five thinks, about exactly how much Dolores meant to him. He’d known she was important, but hadn’t known why. He hadn’t asked.

There’s nothing Five can do but nod though, in response to the question. “Yeah. She likes the stars, she’s always loved things that glitter.” It was why she loved sequins so much, and Five was secure enough to admit that he liked them as well. 

There’s an awkward silence between them now, one that Five can’t help but try and break. “I tried to remember the constellations.” He blurts out, grasping at the connection the two of them had shared before it slips between his fingers and results in them quietly going to their rooms and forgetting this conversation ever happened.

He can’t look at Luther, not as he admits this. So he doesn’t, he turns his gaze upwards to the pinpricks of light. “Do you remember, when we were eight and Mom gave you that book of constellations? And you wouldn’t shut up about it for like, a whole month? You kept waking all of us up and dragging us to the roof and you said we had to listen to you because you were Number One?”

Luther surprises Five just a little by laughing, “Yeah! Yeah I do remember that. Diego threatened to throw me off the roof if I ever woke him up in the middle of the night again after the fourth time and I’m pretty sure Klaus learned morse code to complain about me to Ben.”

Five grins, “Nah, don’t flatter yourself. He learned morse code with Ben to gossip at dinner. Your little nighttime shows were just something else he could yell about in front of Dad without anyone the wiser.”

“Of course he did.” Luther just sounds exasperated at their most colorful sibling’s antics, which is a big improvement on how he would have felt about it when they were actually eight. “To be honest, I didn’t think any of you actually listened to what I was saying at the time. I’m surprised you remembered.”

Five shuffles, not exactly wanting to admit he doesn’t remember most of the content but not quite willing to lie to his brother either. “I only remembered bits and pieces. Some names, other shapes. Those three stars that make up that one dude’s belt or something.”

“You didn’t just find some astronomy book?” Luther asks, looking puzzled. He doesn’t look offended at least, that Five didn’t pay that much attention during those lectures so many years ago. To be fair, he’s had plenty of time to come to terms with the idea.

“It felt disloyal.” Five admits after a heartbeat, only half grudgingly. He isn’t exactly the king of heart to hearts, but there is something about Luther that seems to encourage them in him. Even during the stress of the days preceding the apocalypse weighing on him, it had been Luther who Five had told about finding their bodies and who Five had told not to waste his life.

Maybe it was the certain level of kinship between them, both of them trapped in bodies that they did not choose and did not want. Both of them left alone for years on end, having to relearn how to interact with the general populace. Luther was loyal where Five was rebellious, but they had enough common ground between them to be significant.

“Disloyal?” Luther’s tone isn’t quite questionioning, just offering a way for Five to continue his thought where he’d trailed off. 

Five’s stomach squirms at the blatant emotion, but it would have to try a lot harder than that to stop him after he’d gotten used to the hollow aching pain of starvation. “I didn’t want to learn the constellations from a book.” He says, and it’s easier to admit to hopes and wishes in the dark with the stars above him. It’s familiar. It’s not Dolores next to him, but Luther isn’t half bad company when he’s by himself. “I wanted to learn them from you, except you weren’t around to ask anymore.”

Now that he’s out of that hellscape, he can half admit to himself that not allowing himself to pick up an astronomy book might have been him giving himself even more incentive to go back and fix things. Not that he needed it but - half of it might have also been a sort of punishment for abandoning his family to whatever fate left them buried in rubble and dead at the end of the world as well. Never let it be said that any of Five’s coping mechanisms were actually healthy.

There’s a silence where Luther mulls that over, before he opens his mouth with a soft expression, “I’m around now.”

It’s an offer and a question rolled into one. It’s not Luther immediately launching into a lecture assuming that’s what Five wants or needs at the moment, it’s him asking, which is an improvement all in itself. If Five was too raw tonight, he would accept that without a question and they could look at the sky in silence together until the dawn came.

The ball is in Five’s court.

“What - what’s the name of the dude with the belt?” Five asks, hesitant and careful and feeling as brittle as the porcelain vases that Reginald decorated the halls with.

Luther’s answering smile is bright and tender enough to hurt.

“His name’s Orion...” Luther explains, and Five closes his eyes and lets Luther’s voice wash over him. When he opens them, it seems like the stars twinkle just a tiny bit brighter than before.

Or that might just be his imagination.

[tokki-tokki-buseojin]

Umbrella academy season 2

Are we gonna talk about how Reginald Hargreaves is a fucking lizard alien thing or not