#Shaw bros
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kungfuwushuworld · 23 days ago
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Pick up your Venom T-shirt Style 👈
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ladamarossa · 1 year ago
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鬼眼 - Ghost Eyes (1974)
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bowelflies · 1 year ago
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i fucking love old wuxias
Twelve Deadly Coins (1969)
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senatorejuanlacostecarlos · 3 months ago
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cinema has always done a good
i need that eras tour documentary so badly like i need to see her getting into that cleaning cart, swimming away after the dive, the quick costume changes, all the stage props, how the stage moves during ttpd, how she prepares for a 3 hour show, ALL OF IT!!!!! GIMME
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zanygardenherowobbler · 10 months ago
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aimedis · 2 months ago
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darlin' getting attacked by quinn while they're taking a late night stroll. he escaped his department cell somehow. they take him down but they're fatally wounded. blood everywhere, bones broken and fractured in every place imaginable and more. it's so bad that when the pack gets there and finds them laying in the grass, asher literally throws up. marie is on her way but sam and david are trying to help. it would never have been enough. david, sam, milo, and asher are just sitting over them, begging them to keep their eyes open.
"i took him down, sammy. all by myself..." they whisper, eyes focusing and unfocusing as they try to remain conscious.
"hell yeah you did, darlin'. tore his head clean off," sam responds, equally as quiet, "you did so damn good."
marie shows up then. and sam would never get the sound of his darlin's screams and cries while marie was healing them out of his head. or how they went deathly still when she was done.
they js fell asleep from the magic, it's okay i wouldn't kill them off (or would i?)
(bonus !!)
imagine darlin' waking up days later, still looping on all the healing magic in their system and they're just being sappy and giggly with sam. picture those "partner under anaesthesia" videos.
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sincerelywhistler · 9 months ago
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You’re an Angel
aka 🚨 MENACE ALERT🚨
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More Angel headcanons (ft. David) under the cut!
- Had angel fang piercings for a bit in college
- Cannot pick a favorite color, it changes every single day
- Spotify is their best friend; they have the most specific and niche playlists ever
- Professional photographer!! So skilled!! Fuck canon interpretation why does everyone have an office job!!
- “I saw this one hack on TikTok-”
- Gets super anxious when David works later than planned bc of Inversion trauma :D
- Once the clock hits the time his shift/event was supposed to end, they’re texting him every 30 minutes to check in. David understands and is eager to respond the moment he’s able to
- Changes wardrobe styles at the drop of a hat
- Blasts music through their headphones and dances a whole ass routine while cleaning the house
- David fears for their hearing, always shouting “I SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO HEAR DOJA CAT FROM THE ACROSS THE HOUSE, ANGEL.” But the dancing is honestly impressive so he lets it slide
- “What if I dyed my hair blue?” “Do you think I’d look cool with pink hair?” “Should I dye my hair purple one day?” “How about like a really dark kind of burgundy?” proceeds to never dye it
- 186424742 Minecraft worlds, they’re a skilled builder and sucks ass at PVP
- Scarily good at mental math, like, they can be like a walking calculator it’s so odd. Helpful for helping Davey with calculating pack expenses though! Too bad they can’t spell for SHIT
- Had a gymnastics phase that lasted forever until they fell in love with photography
- Can (and will) give Davey one hell of a chair dance 😳
- They’re very crafty! Lots of their house decor is DIY but looks store-bought
- David knows no peace when it’s time for bed bc Angel is practically moshing in their sleep. If he doesn’t act as their weighted blanket and smoosh them into his chest so they lay still, they’d probably wake up half way across the house
- Their laughter so contagious it can cure every ailment within a 20 mile radius, especially when they accidentally snort
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texangod · 1 month ago
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Big fan of this thing and its rats
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mrsmiagreer · 9 months ago
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WAIT A MIN BC NOW THAT WE ALL LOVE MORGAN CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT TIME MILO WAS IN TEARS LAUGHING AT WHAT MORGAN SAID TO CHRISTIAN 😭
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jaetists · 3 months ago
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spoilers for newest audio
i always wondered how all the info with the whole closeknit + sunshine situation didn’t get to the solaires/shaw pack for a whole YEAR..
now we know it’s because ANY MEMORY OF IT HAD BEEN FUCKING ERASED
props to erik tho like shit..
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kungfuwushuworld · 1 year ago
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The Great Lo Meng - Kid with the Golden Arm 👊💪🐸
T-shirt 👈
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ladamarossa · 1 year ago
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Szu-Chia Chen in 鬼眼 - Ghost Eyes (1974)
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ceyfilo · 6 months ago
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für aki von tiktok, nochmal hier jeffrey und peter ^_^
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angelbabby · 1 year ago
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WHO THE FUCK STARTS A DATE WITH “ so.. what do you think about dogs?” BRO THINKS HE HAS RIZZ😭
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monostardust · 23 days ago
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David 8
So David 8 has always been so intriguing for me. He's an android an artificial being who's programed to feel and be like humans. And yet he's a bit human at times. His childlike curiosity of things he finds interesting like Shaw and her dreams about her father. Or his favorite movie and later on the black goo and what it could do to various lifeforms.
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He's a bit human most times because of the curiosity until it gets morbid.
Oh and yes I do believe he did love Shaw in his own morbid ways of course. See when Weyland was alive David needed to follow his directive which was make Weyland happy and do everything and anything he says to make that happen. But then he died and that essentially made him a "free man". The purpose of his directives are gone and now he can have his own directives for himself and not for anyone. He can satisfy his curiosities without consequences of delaying Weyland's wishes because the old chap is dead. He can do what he want. And he did in fact do all he wanted.
Even Shaw was not safe from his selfish wants. When he developed deep seated love for her after she put him back which was a long time coming as he's always favored her the most for her little kindness towards him unlike the other crew or Weyland and Vickers. She'd thank him despite it being his job. She's not unnecessarily mean to him like everyone else. It made sense why he'd love her. To experience kindness is to eventually crave it. Pine for it. And to David, Shaw was probably the embodiment of it because he never experienced it from anyone other than her.
Because he's emotionally immature and obviously his programming has been tweaking long before shit hit the fan he doesn't really know how love works. He doesn't know that love is about caring, and respect for your loved ones. David doesn't know how to love others because Weyland doesn't either. Weyland only loves himself and prioritizes all his wants over everyone else's even his own daughter. It once again makes sense why David is the way he is because he's as Weyland quoted "And I made him in my own image so he could be perfect. So he would never fail."
David is a much worse Weyland I guess?? Just more committed to experimental monstrosity because he's more intelligent. My guess is that after spending time with Shaw and experiencing her kindness over time he started to delude himself that he's something special to her. He means something to her like Holloway meant something to Shaw. He deludes himself into thinking they're some sort of couple. And what do life long devoted couples usually have? A baby. Or Children.
So like a man thinking a child would fix things between him and his wife he thought of making Shaw a mother once again. Something Shaw would never be but most distressingly became one because of an alien babe. But this time he would be the father not Holloway. So he experimented on her, he was creating "life" from her parts and making her more resilient as well. Keeping her alive for her to witness their perfect "children" come to life. Eventually she succumbs and dies, which leaves him distraught. Which is why we get the scene of him crying in Covenant when he talks to Walter near her grave. She was never meant to die, she was only meant to mutate so she wouldn't die when he took from her. She was supposed to be with him forever with their "children". Yet she did and even then he doesn't regret mutating her, he'd probably thought of going about it another way to ensure she lives but he'd still experiment on her.
David's new directive is his wants and not even his love could stop these directives, he wanted to create life with Shaw as they both couldn't on their own. He couldn't be a father because he was an artificial being and Shaw couldn't because she's infertile. And because he thought Shaw wanted a baby, so he was going to use her to create their baby. Their special baby. I think that's also why he reacted so strongly when the neomorph was shot at because this was his baby with Shaw. One of the only things that carries Shaw is these monstrosities he's created from her. They're a reminder of Shaw and his brilliance.
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zeebreezin · 5 months ago
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Wanted to write out the consequences (TM) of Shaw accidentally entering the wrong story arc & then having @the-dye-stained-socialite ‘s Elias accidentally drive him insane during their current plot line, sooo… short Drabble-y thing incoming.
There was stillness after Elias left the townhouse, a vague semblance of quiet. The taste of iron still lingered on Shaw’s lips, his heartbeat heavy in his ears. He watched Elias’s departure with an unfocused look in his eye, before Shaw’s gaze settled on nothing at all.
Despite being well and truly awake now (wasn’t he?), crimson visions still felt more tangible than reality. It had been months since that night had been so clear in his mind. The cobblestone streets, the screaming. She was trying to apologize, wasn’t she? Shaw couldn’t remember why anymore. All he could recall was the sensation of blood coating his hands through a filthy handkerchief as his daughter bled out on the street. There was so much blood.
So much red.
He was bleeding now (no, he couldn’t be.), a stab wound oozing from his side. Elias’s hands had trailed the blood across his form. A half dozen handprints and stains, brushed across his forehead, his hair, his hands. At least, that was what his bedroom mirror showed. (None of that was real. At least, not here.) Shaw couldn’t pull his eyes away from his reflection, watching unseen hands smear crimson even further. (He made a terrible mistake.) He couldn't feel much of anything, either. (It was agonizing.)
Shaw had known there would be consequences, of course. At the time he hadn’t cared. Chessboard be damned, for those he cared for, he would do what he could. He tried to hold onto that conviction, but it was quickly swallowed under the pain. (Why her? Dear god, why is it always her?)
He watched a phantom hand brush a loc of his hair back, unblinking. It was difficult to find a thought that wasn’t smothered in the pain of the past or intoxicating carmine. (Shaw was screaming, somewhere.) There were tears budding in his eyes. He wanted so badly to believe that it was a mistake. That it wasn’t Elias’s fault. They wouldn’t do this to him. Not knowingly, not willingly. He wanted to believe that very, very badly.
Something else was leaving him, too. Flowing freely from the wound in his chest, trailing towards the mirror’s edge. Something important. (Let it stop.) It didn’t feel like other times where Shaw’s mind faltered, the sudden slip behind the mirror in a flash of mania and cosmongone-gold. His reason was being bled out of him, sanity spilling onto the hardwood floor. The hands were more physical, now, as they painted his throat in red. (He would do anything, now. Just make it stop.)
It was a slow and exquisite torture, lulled (dragged.) into madness by bloodsoaked hands, too locked inside his own memories to fight back. But there was nothing he could do anymore, was there? Queen takes rook. He slips away. With any luck, another could finish the game in his stead. With any luck, they could save them.
The sensation of finally falling through glass was almost a mercy, when it registered. Shaw wouldn’t be home for a very long time.
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