#Jac Flounders

[marvelevreni]

Fantastic Four 1967 Animasyon Dizisi

Fantastic Four 1967 Animasyon Dizisi

1966 yılında The Marvel Super Heroes‘u yayınlayan ve memnun kalan ABC, 1967 yılında aynı anda 2 farklı Marvel animasyon dizisine daha başlar; Fantastic Four ve Spider-Man. 9 Eylül 1967 yılında başlayan Fantastic Four 21 Eylül 1968 yılında iptal edilene kadar 20 bölüm olarak yayınlanır. Bölüm başına 22 dakika süreye sahip olan bu animasyon dizisi Hanna-Barbera Productions tarafından…

[cultfaction]

Fantastic Four (1967) Fantastic Four was an animated series produced by Hanna-Barbera Productions and the first animated series based on Marvel's comic book series Fantastic Four. 

[sir-adamus]

One thing I enjoyed this episode was how ultimately pathetic Jac is. He's no mastermind, no surprise super schemer, he's like an Adam who can't even fight. He got where he is on a mixture of base cunning, immorality in the background and faux charm that thanks to circumstances people accepted long enough for him to succeed. But the moment he's not in total control of the situation he flounders and flops HARD.

yeah the moment Weiss said she knew who had committed the crimes and that Jacques was in on it, you can see his mind just running every equation to try and figure out how he lost control of this situation

and then when the video starts playing you can see the wheels in his head frantically spinning, trying to come up with an excuse to get him out of this and regain control

but then the best excuse he could come up with was “i was deepfaked”

and then he just up and tries to run away

and then he just spends the next few minutes pissing his pants as he finally faces the consequences of actions he couldnt weasel his way out of

it was all very satisfying watching the impression he was trying to make just deflate like so much hot air

[salavante]

Inktober, 13-15: The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep 

I got a chisel pen and it’s fun. I’m starting to like using technical pens for the looser style I use when I sketch. I was kind of floundering trying to come up with something to draw for the first time in awhile, so I did a few primary NPCs for the little D&D game I’m in the throes of plotting. It takes place in the August of 1988, in a primarily French & Dutch town on the outskirts of a huge swath of uncharted, old growth temperate rainforest in The Green. It involves a mysterious illness, a quarantine, and something in the woods. 

Officer Saperlipopette suddenly finds herself in charge of the Sheriffs of Pontoise, but whether or not people will listen to or find comfort in her is yet to be seen. 

Jacaranda “Jac” Anzavour has a lot to prove, and a past full of troubles. 

Lorna van Horst doesn’t know her importance. 

[gothknight]

closed startere @dualityoflight

Time couldn’t be moving any slower. This was not the part she was good at. Jac was standing in the local police station, trying to talk to the parents of the most recent attack victim, a young cheerleader who was hurt and scared and messed up but thankfully alive and in the hospital. They’d tried to keep it quiet until her team got back but somehow the locals had been alerted and the entire cheerleading team and their parents were now in the station demanding answers, demanding an explanation. Jac was surrounded, parents and kids, mothers in tears, angry fathers. “You said you had him.” One of them all but bellowed, doing that thing angry men often did where he weaponized the difference in their height and Jac’s. She hadn’t even noticed Blair come in, and hadn’t seen her since 11pm at the bar the night before. It was 6 am now. She hadn’t slept yet. Her team was on their way back but couldn’t get there fast enough and Jac was floundering. “Please,” Jac urged, her voice as firm and patient as she could keep it despite the panic that was rising in her chest. “We’re going to get to the bottom of this --” “How are we supposed to trust anything you say?” “You said that two days ago.” Jac took another deep breath. “I know. I know. We’re going to figure it out. Please, I just -- I need you all to have a seat and our liaison will speak to each of you when he arrives. Please.. “

[akaanonymouth]

Once Upon A Time (according to Emma Naylor)

Jac tucked the duvet up under Emma’s chin. “Once Upon a Time,” she began, absently smoothing Emma’s hair. “There was a beautiful princess...” Emma shook her head vehemently, dislodging Jac’s hand. “No.” Jac’s eyebrows rose. “No?” Emma continued shaking her head. “No, not a princess, Mummy.”  “Ok,” Jac shrugged, smoothing the hair out of her daughter’s eyes. “Who, then?” “The one about the Big Macho Army Medic,” Emma declared, staring at Jac expectantly. Jac floundered for a response.  “The... what?” Emma rolled her eyes, and Jac almost conceded Johnny’s point that she may be instilling some very un-toddler-ish traits into their child.  “The Big Macho Army Medic,” Emma enunciated. “Once upon a time, there was a Big, Macho, Army Medic...” she prompted, her eyes narrowed at Jac, and Jac definitely conceded the point, if only to herself.  Emma suddenly beamed at the space behind Jac. “Zoshee knows it!” Jac arched an eyebrow, leaned back slowly into the chair and crossed her arms.  “Oh, she does, does she?” she drawled, swivelling her eyes to the bedroom doorway where Zosia stood, shuffling in place.  “Zoshee, tell Mummy!” Emma bounced excitedly where she lay, grabbing Jac’s hand and hitting it on the empty space next to her on the bed.  Zosia waited until Jac’s eyes beckoned her, and she plonked herself next to Emma, her knees touching Jac’s. “Once upon a time,” she began, throwing Jac a rather apologetic glance. “There was a Big Macho Army Medic-” “Who was very beautiful!” Emma supplied eagerly. “Yes, who was very beautiful,” Zosia repeated, wincing as Jac’s knee pressed harder against her own. “To a certain Vascular Surgeon,” she added, hurriedly.  Emma frowned. “No, Zoshee, all the land thought she was charming! Tell it properly!”  Zosia’s eyes closed almost of their own volition as Jac began tapping her fingers against her own arm.  “Yes, Zoshee, do tell it properly. I’m all ears.”