#Thus far at least!

[thelostgirl21]

"My number-one priority, which I said to her, was just to make sure that we were doing it right and that we did it sensitively with a care and a kinship, and I wanted to avoid all kinds of stereotyping, really. So there was an awful lot of script rewrites and things like that. We deleted whole scenes in favour of songs. So I brought in a new song, and I said: 'Can we just cut all this dialogue, and I can just sing something?'" - Joey Batey, Digital Spy interview

The first time I watched that scene, when Jaskier started singing that last part to Prince Radovid:

Of them, I’ve had enough. With you, I have enough. With you, I am enough. I am… I am enough...

I literally started crying. Because, although it's played for laughs, since the beginning of the show, Jaskier's often been portrayed like this "annoying character" that tries too hard to be liked, wanted, and involved in his friends' lives... to find his "forever home"...

But often, he just gets punched in the gut, blamed for everything going wrong in other people's lives, gets told off when he tries to introduce himself or be included in moments where people are there to offer each other comfort (but apparently want none from him) as a result...

Season 2 started to make some progress on that, with Yennefer and Geralt allowing themselves to show more vulnerability around him, and telling him that his help his needed...

Season 3 saw characters that are usually so quick to dismiss him and treat him harshly (ex: Yarpen Zigrin) actually thank him, when they realize how selfless Jaskier can be, and the risks he is willing to take to help others (even those that treat him like an annoying nuisance)...

But still, he'd gotten used, at some point, to being "barely tolerated" rather than "wanted". And his "break up" with Geralt broke his heart and hurt him so much that, although forgiven, I believe it did leave some scars...

As someone with ADHD (that has a tendency to get overexcited about a bunch of things without noticing that it doesn't interest people, impulsively interrupt them with my thoughts, follow them around, and "impose my presence" without meaning to) and associated rejection sensitive dysphoria, Jaskier's behavior and emotional responses are something very easy for me to identify with.

And having him sing "With you I am enough. I am enough," hit me right in the feels, in the most cathartic way!

Prince Radovid is the first person we met on the show, I think, that was shown as being immediately happy to meet Jaskier, wished to adopt that puppy and bring him home right away, saw him as being irresistible and special, envied Geralt for having Jaskier as a friend/companion, couldn't get enough of his singing, and listened when he talked to the things he didn't say...

Knowing that it is Joey himself that just decided to basically show up to work with that song he'd written, and ask if he could sing it instead of using the dialogue in the script, just ended up offering yet another layer to that scene.

When hearing him sing:

"It’s not a want, it’s a need, it is paying no heed to what others say to sing."

now, I can't help but feel like there's some kind of "meta" dimension to those lyrics, as the actor chose to sing what he - as the person embodying Jaskier - wanted to sing, rather than what had been scripted and what others would have wanted him to sing.

That song feels deeply personal, born out of a very intimate understanding of the character, and how being treated the way that he used to be treated would have emotionally and psychologically affected him.

I'll be 100% honest, when Joey was talking about the sapioromantic connection between the characters, and explaining how Radovid wore a mask, was a bit of a mystery to him, and how Jaskier would become fascinated and wish to figure him out...

...I was genuinely concerned that they'd somehow manage to "romanticize" yet another toxic relationship, where the two characters would constantly be trying to outsmart and play mind games with each other.

But that's not it at all. They are both seeing what they try so hard to hide from others. Prince Radovid's environment is highly toxic and dysfunctional (as Jaskier aptly described, he's stuck in a vipers' den) - knowing too much, or not enough - can mean life or death for him.

Whereas Jaskier tries so hard to meet expectations and be what others need or want him to be - give voice to other people's issues, stories and problems - that he all but becomes invisible to others himself as a process.

Sure, they know his name and his songs. But they don't know Jaskier's own soul or story. He fades away in the background for the benefit of others.

They are both trying to figure each other out not because they are people that enjoy indulging in court intrigues, manipulating others, and dominating "the game" for their own gain...

They are trying to emotionally connect with the good, beautiful, and vulnerable parts of themselves that they have been forced to hide from the rest of the world to survive.

They are highly insightful empathetic individuals using their gifts on each other to empower each other, rather than malignant narcissists using their perceptiveness to control each other.

This is an extremely refreshing and healthy relation dynamic that I was sort of hoping for - since Joey put so much emphasis on how important it was for him to offer a relationship that may be flawed, but handled sensitively and carefully without resorting to stereotypes - but this totally went above and beyond my expectations!

If Joey Batey himself isn't queer, then he's got such a capacity for love and emotional empathy that he's apparently able to care about queer issues with the intensity and insightfulness of someone that has experienced them.

The fact that he's using queer labels and sub-categories that are often lesser known by people outside of the LGBTQ+ community to describe Jaskier's sexuality (sapioromantic, panromantic or pansexual...), as well as talking about issues affecting non-monosexuals, such as the desire to avoid bisexual erasure, brings some much needed attention towards the richness and diversity of the LGBTQ+ community!

I sincerely couldn't be happier, or more grateful...

Apparently, there are plans to further explore Ciri's bisexuality, too, with the introduction of Mistle in Season 3!

Here's hoping they'll be using Jaskier as "queer consultant" for the other queer romances on the show...

Also, the relationship between our sweet Bi!Ciri and her weird Pan!Uncle Jaskier means everything to me...

I'm trying to remember if Ciri has been exposed to any models of queer romances in her life...

I mean, most unions between princes and princesses, or kings and queens, are often political alliances. They might have same gender consorts, but I'm not sure that this is something they would have educated younger princesses about, or made very "public".

I sort of want to have her catch Jaskier and Radovid while they are kissing at some point, and realize that the innocent crush she had on Triss in Season 2 is something that is perfectly normal, and that she shouldn't be afraid nor ashamed of that part of herself.

Maybe even go to him and start asking him questions about it... That would be a very thoughtful and sensitive way to explore what being queer means in the world of the Witcher; having Ciri learn, directly from Jaskier, about the potential risks associated with being in an openly gay relationship.

There would really be such an opportunity for the two of them to continue to bond over something like this, and Ciri would know that she's got someone that genuinely loves her and that she can trust to support her and the choices she makes regarding her love life in the future, no matter what.

I can see so many possibilities, though I'm trying to be cautiously optimistic about this (since if they went that route, it would just seem too good to be true!)...

[deadpoets]

GEORGE HARRISON’S OUTFITS: DAY FOUR – JANUARY 7, 1969 The Beatles: Get Back (2021) dir. Peter Jackson

[ganondoodle]

carefully attempted to draw (still sick); wanted to give Shargon another redesign, this is an older version of him but the basics should also go for his younger self (idk yet about his lung replacement design; arms are posed weird to make anatomy clearer)

(wip, oc art, Shargon, he/they)

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Two digital drawings of Gwen Bouchard and Lena Kelley on gray backgrounds. Each image has a bust and a full body drawing of each of them. Gwen is a slim white woman with long blonde hair in a high ponytail, and she is wearing silver earrings, a white button down and grey off-the-shoulder sweater with the sleeves rolled up, a black pencil skirt, grey tights, black heeled booties, and a lanyard with an ID card on it. Her expression is annoyed-leaning neutral and in her full body drawing her fists are balled.

Lena is a slim white woman with long dirty-blonde hair and she is wearing oval silver glasses on a chain, a red button down with the sleeves rolled up, white wide-leg trousers, a light brown belt, and red dress shoes. She has an ID card hanging from her shirt pocket. She is frowning and her hands are held behind her back in her full body drawing. end ID]

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time for the girlbosses uwu

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: "there's only one bed" except it's actually "there's only one hotel room" and it's washington d.c. in 1986 and they actually hate each other

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Surface Tension

A Tea Dolls Story.

The witch's... no, bad doll.

Miss's study was very different from what Honey was expecting. It always imagined that when Sugar disappeared behind the door, it was in some arcane laboratory, conferring with Miss between beakers of strange magical liquid and scraps of rune-scribbled papyrus.

Instead, it was more like... a lounge. Of course, there was a crystal ball, but it was in a den surrounded by antique sofas. The tablecloth on the desk was adorned with ring-shaped stains, barely visible under the plant that had overtaken most of the desktop long ago. There were vintage softcore pin-ups hung on the walls wherever there was space between the trinket-filled bookshelves and the large window that oversaw the backyard.

Honey hesitated in the doorway, unsure of what to feel. All this time, Miss had been so... ephemeral. Sugar was always the one to confer with her directly, orders and schedules relayed secondhand, as she always seemed so busy. They had talked, of course, but mostly in the forms of reflexive praise for a job well done. This is the first time it's truly... conversed with her.

The cornerstone of its purpose, the centre of all its desires, the reason to be. The need to be a good doll.

The witch placed herself down on one of the couches in her expansive room, reclining in the corner as she beckoned Honey over. "Oh, would you be a darling and close the door before you sit?"

The doll acted without thinking, gently shutting the door. For some reason, 'you' didn't feel wrong. It didn't have the creeping sense of inappropriateness, that sense that things shouldn't have such a sense of individuality. It brushes it off as the witch's, no, as Miss's magic before moving on. Bad d-

"Thank you very much, Honey."

Its thoughts dissolved as Miss's words trickled down its skin, saturating its mind. Without further thought, it sat just next to Miss.

Honey has no idea how to behave. It understands curtsy, the politeness essential to its being, but... it's on a couch, with Miss's arm just a nudge away from resting on its shoulders. It stared forward, posture locked, not wanting to risk overstepping a boundary by leaning against her body and staring into her eyes. "Are you going to fix this one, Miss?"

"Oh, darling, do you mean changing you?" She takes on a sympathetic tone, clearly sensing the apprehension behind Honey's reserved disposition. "I love all my dolls just the way they are, I don't have the heart to make you something else..."

The doll tried to keep itself from reacting, but their was a clear drop in its posture as it tried its best not to sound like it was protesting. "Miss, this one is just an object, you have every right to treat it as you please, it can handle-"

"Shush." She said with a playful flirtation, Honey's lips instantly wrenching shut. "That means I can choose to make you change yourself, can't I?"

Her relaxation is tucked away, smoothly and elegantly, as she shifts her position. She's giving Honey her full attention. "I'd like to know how you've been feeling. Please tell me everything you're comfortable with."

Honey marvels for just a moment, at... her. Her totality. Her posture, the effortless way she holds herself to be so inviting and welcoming. Her words, like fine wine from a bottle, enveloping like a warm blanket, enough to make one melt. Even her clothes, a simplistic dress with a sheer cloak and the witch's hat framing her beautiful face...

The doll shakes from its momentary distraction.

"This one has been struggling, Miss." It relented with a banal seriousness. It wanted to resist, its instincts telling it to downplay and deny and tell Miss that everything was perfect thanks to her. But it couldn't lie. Not to her.

"This one wants to be a good doll. It really, really does. It's all this one wants." Honey finds its gaze naturally falling, pulling its limbs inward to try and console itself. "But it makes so many mistakes, and they all feel so serious. Every mistake fills it with so much guilt, and shame, and... it lingers on those mistakes until it can't take it anymore."

If Honey looked up, it would see Miss with nothing but positive regard. No pity, no hesitance, just.. a compassionate engagement, attentiveness, and just a little relief.

"That must be so awful..." Miss shook her head. "Nobody deserves to be haunted like that."

Seeing Miss upset, it spoke up, as it figured a good doll would. "It's okay! The thoughts can be intense, but they help this one-"

"No, they don't." Miss leans just a little forward, keeping her intensity low. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but... I promise they don't. Being without them wouldn't make you a bad doll, would it?"

Honey stammered for just a second. "Well... this one would do its best no matter what for you, Miss. But, it has to care about its mistakes, or else it'll be a much worse doll." The doll spoke matter-of-factly, but with an inquisitive undertone, ready for Miss to correct it.

"Can we cuddle, darling? That's a question, not a command."

The doll blinks in surprise. There's a longing in Miss's voice, and tenderness in her desires. It complies, as a good doll... no. It accepts her offer. She said it was just a question.

There's a hesitation as it leans into the witch, whose arms are outstretched and accepting. Gentle, with rapt caution, it places its head into the crook of her chest. Miss gladly accepts it, letting her arm lay on its shoulders and hold it tight.

The witch is sure to chose her words carefully. "The others are good dolls, aren't they? They don't need to be nearly so unkind to themselves."

Yes, but... there's a rebuttal, there has to be, or else all this anguish would be for nothing. What if it-

"There's nothing wrong with you, either." She places her head against the doll's, nuzzling closer. The doll feels its Miss sigh with relief at their proximity, and all urges to correct her fade. "You're not uniquely evil, or broken, or bad."

Honey... couldn't bring itself to respond. It didn't know what to say. Deep down, it knew all of this. That its thoughts were extreme. But when faced with its mistakes, the disappointment of others, they just flood in and demand attention. Why is she doing this? Why can't she just take out the part of its core that makes it this way?

Miss gives a wistful sigh, pulling away from the doll without releasing it. "Could you look at me, darling?"

The doll does as Miss says. Honey looks at the witch. Her eyes are so... big, and beautiful. Like a deep, sprawling cavern, filled with crystals and sparkling rivers. It feels itself being pulled in, like its very gaze is being enveloped.

Her name is Camellia. It didn't know that before.

"Could you try and think of somebody you don't like? Someone annoying or mean. It might help you to imagine your bad thoughts as coming from them."

Honey didn't dare. Good dolls "Have feelings. There's nothing wrong with reasonable distaste towards another. I trust you."

Honey blinks, taken aback. It... believes her. Honey starts to wonder how she knew what it was-

"Magic, darling."

The doll nods.

It starts to think of its past. Its time as a human. It never had much attention in school, positive or negative. The only time eyes seemed to be on it was when it made a mistake, the judgment lingering like a foul odour. It was not torture; their eyes would quickly move on.

There were some familial hardships, but no bad blood. It let its parents down as all offspring would, and they would be much too lenient. They would make their feelings known, never out loud, and they would never offer punishment. Every infraction would just be silently moved on from, as if it never happened.

It thought of its job, of its boss. He gave basic... if it could be so bold, insufficient direction. It would often have to rely on assistance from its coworkers when on assignment, making it feel ill-equipped and ashamed. They didn't say anything, but it was interrupting their cleaning duties, it simply had to be a bother.

"Oh, Honey..." Camellia couldn't help but pull her doll in for a hug. "You didn't deserve any of that. I'm so sorry, darling, I wish I had known sooner..."

Honey wanted to struggle against the embrace, but it couldn't bring itself to. A doll wouldn't dare fight against Miss... even if it wanted to. It simply had no choice but to melt into her, letting itself relax in her embrace.

"It's..." it struggled to summon the nerve to speak against Miss. "It's not a big deal, Miss, really. Please don't worry about it, it..." as it spoke, it found its arms fitting around Miss in turn, reciprocating the embrace. "It's not nearly as bad as it could've been."

"Yes darling, exactly. That's why it's so awful." The witch let her eyes close as she rested her head against the doll's. "You were never taught to have closure. Everyone let you fester in your own mistakes, so now all you can do is let them intensify. No wonder dollhood is so hard on you."

Honey was silent. It didn't know how to react to that. It had always just accepted that this is how its life was, never stopping to consider its effects. It was as if a new dimension opened up to it.

She was right. It didn't know emotional closure. Things left unsaid, fizzling out, ignored. Sugar's thoughts and Cinnamon's feelings and Ginger's past and Lemon's secrets. It would never know the true extent of its failures, their impact, the other's actions and reactions. No matter how much the pressure of failure after failure would build, there was never release. Of course it would start to break.

It's... welling up. It didn't know dolls could cry. It shouldn't be that awful, it never felt like in the moment that there was ever something to cry about. But now that it all lays in the past, built-up over the years as a person and the weeks as a doll, all it could do was desperately hold back from staining Miss's dress.

It buried its head into Camellia's chest, desperate to hide its face. It didn't know what to do to make it better. It couldn't apologize, or clean its mess. All it could do was hold off from crying, making itself useful. For just a moment, its emotions faltered, and it cursed Miss for being so cruel as to make it learn such an awful thing about itself.

Miss cradled it in her arms, and gently and compassionately as one could. She was silent, only at first. "It's okay, you're okay. I promise I'll never let such awful things happen again. You deserve to know."

It deserves to know.

It heaved as the tears started to fall. All it could do was bask in its feelings as everything finally released. It spent a very long time crying, just letting Miss hold it and caress its hair before it finally got it all out of its system. Finally, it could steady its sobs, its throat hoarse. Its face was wet, red, and relieved.

All the while, Camellia never let go. She never wanted to leave something unsaid again, making it perfectly clear how she felt with every second snuggled close. It wasn't long before the doll, now emptied, faded into stillness in her arms. The witch let it rest.

It was a long and loving embrace before the witch's thoughts drifted back to the matter at hand. With a single, soft "Excuse me, Honey?" the doll groggily lifted up its head. At some point, they seemed to have laid down together, with the doll using Miss as a bed.

"If you ever find yourself overwhelmed with your thoughts again, stressed out by the need to be a good doll... seek one of us out. Me or the dolls." Camellia let her hands rest on Honey's back, still holding the same embrace. "We'll tell you the honest truth about what you've done, and explain what reaction we would have. Would that help?"

Honey remembered moments where its thoughts were at their worst. When it ruined Miss's dinner, and wanted nothing more than to run away and apologize and accept some sort of punishment all at once. The pain, the guilt, the regret, all filtered through the lens of peer-review. It would be deeply vulnerable, but... it would know.

The doll let its head softly thump to the side, landing against Miss's chest. "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss."

. . . . .

The doll looked down into Miss's vintage water pitcher. One of the teabags left to seep overnight slipped from the rim, one of the many teabags partaking in the cold brew now floating without a lifeline.

Honey holds its newly-repaired thumb joint in its other hand, Miss's alternative to letting it near its teeth, as options rushed through its mind. It couldn't just reach in. It just washed its hands, and the others didn't deserve to taste soap in their tea. It could try to fish it out with something, uselessly dirtying a utensil due to its mistake. Bad doll.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Closure.

Honey peaked its head out, to where the others were gathered. It hadn't been long since Honey stepped away to grab the tea. "Excuse this one," it walked towards them with the tea, careful not to spill it. "but how extreme of a mistake is losing a teabag's string in the pitcher?"

The others were flippant, but not dismissively so. It was a reassurance. "Completely negligible." "Like, zero out of ten?" "Aren't they left in iced tea anyway?" and a soft shake of the head.

"...Thank you all." The doll felt its shoulders relax. Something completely unworthy of scorn. It stood at the table, beginning by pouring for Sugar. "Lapsang souchong tea. It's known for its polarizing smokey flavour, so don't be afraid to sweeten it."

"Isn't that a black tea? Is that one ...going to be okay?" Lemon tilted its head, moving its glass closer to the edge of the table for convenience's sake.

"Honey's adjusted rather well to its dollhood." Sugar kept a collected disposition as it patiently waited for the others to be served. "This one trusts that it'll handle itself much better."

Cinnamon flinches away from its straw, quickly swallowing the sip it had in its mouth. "Mmf, sorry, that... wow." It looked over to Ginger, who had just finished adding its fourth spoonful of sugar. It leans in close to the other doll with a smirk of endearment. "Yeah, this one hears it." It playfully begrudges as it begins adding the sugar to Cinnamon's tea instead.

Its duty finished, Honey places the pitcher in the middle of the table as it takes its seat. With a tentative curiosity, it leans in, bringing the straw to its mouth. It winces.

"It... may need some additives, to be to this one's tastes." Without meaning to, Honey starts to smile. It's not perfectly polite, with a self-satisfied flash of teeth to the others, but the sincerity is unmistakable. "But... this one did a very good job anyway. It's very proud of itself."

[cwbuggo]

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[darkmold]

Nobody:

Astarion the first fucking moment he can:

[anghraine]

Speaking of my TOS watch, I've noticed that the writing for Kirk in particular has gotten sharply worse overall in S3 (also for other characters, but less obtrusively), yet when it's good, it's really satisfying.

I loved both Kirk and Spock in "For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky", for instance. It's a good episode in general (maybe one of the least awful about women in TOS) and a really nice McCoy episode as well, but I enjoy how Kirk and Spock are kind of confused about McCoy's marriage but ultimately willing to support their friend. And it ends not only w/ McCoy's cool wife surviving and becoming even more of a leader of her people than she was before (and this framed as unambiguously Good) but Kirk and Spock iirc assuring McCoy that they'll figure out the occasional detour to her colony so McCoy can visit her without leaving his career behind. And while Spock was a flanderized dick in "That Which Survives" (if in a way that can easily be read in K/S terms), it's got one of my favorite Kirk moments:

Kirk [to Sulu]: Your report covers all vegetation? Sulu: Yes, Captain. All vegetation is inedible. Poison to us. McCoy: If the Enterprise has been destroyed, you know how long we can survive?? Kirk [grimly]: Yes. [pause] I don't see any water, but there must be some to grow the vegetation. A source of water would stretch our survival. Did you see any evidence of rainfall?

Shatner doesn't overplay the moment IMO, but there's a quiet weight to him being The Starvation Expert of the team given uhhhhh his personal history—and also the fact that this episode is one of few that (in a completely different scene) explicitly acknowledges other TOS episodes.

[faceeeeee]

Kaufmo human ver?

I was originally just going to leave this as a concept in my mind plus the previous ask but FINE. You want the pathetic clown? You're getting the pathetic clown-

[moongothic]

People often seem to point out the parallels between Roger's "fame, wealth and power" in reference to Cross Guild, where each core member represents one of Roger's achievements

And like, I see where people are coming from, but I don't really agree with the conclusion, because there's no way to truly accurately match up each Cross Guild member to JUST ONE of those three things

All three members are extremely famous; the greatest swordsman does not need introduction, neither does Sir Crocodile who was a Shichibukai for like 20 years and spent a lot of that time being The Hero of the People Who Crushes Attacking Pirates. And do I need to explain Buggy's fame? It's literally all he has going for him.

Mihawk and Crocodile are both powerful while Buggy's a weak ass loser. Yes, I know you could argue Mihawk should be "power" because he's the 'greatest swordsman' etc, but we actually don't know if he'd be more powerful in a fight than Crocodile at this point. For all we know Crocodile is just as worthy if not more of the "power" title ('cause, as we all know, fame and bounty numbers aren't actual indicators of combat skill)

None of the Cross Guild members have wealth right now- To be fair we don't know what Mihawk's financial situation is actually like but I'm kinda assuming he's broke. But we do literally know that Crocodile went to collect Buggy's debt because he's appearently kinda broke, and because Buggy's also broke he couldn't pay Crocodile back. Thus the situation they're all in. None of them accurately represent "being wealthy" And yeah, sure, we do associate Crocodile with wealth not just due to how he presents himself but by also the sheer wealth he had previously gathered while running Baroque Works AND his silly little casino, and yeah he DID loan Buggy a bunch of money. But at the same time, even if none of these three have actual money in their pockets, Buggy does have a lot of assets under his name to get shit done, and that's a form of weath in itself.

Point being, the "Buggy = fame, Croc = wealth, Mihawk = power" could just as easily be "Buggy = wealth, Croc = power, Mihawk = fame" or "Bug = wealth, Croc = fame, Hawk = power"

[navree]

sam's better than me because if some lady pretended to be my friend only to drag me to a haunted mall in order to shove me, against my will, into a world experiencing the aftermath of the apocalypse all because SHE just didn't want to go back to where she originally came from in the first place, i'm not doing jack shit. let the archivist eat her or put her back into the original tma verse, i don't give a shit. 'oh but baby jack' fuck them kids too, i'm not falling into a hell mouth for a baby i met one time and his lying not-mom who was about to kill me, the eye monster could get baby jack to statement himself to death too for all i care.

[deadbaguette]

Shout out to that two week period where I went crazy trying to design Achilles… tried at least 7-10 times and scrapped all the designs/sketches

I will forever hold a grudge against him for that (sorry Achilles ily but you’re not getting drawing without Patroclus)

The only thing keeping me going was that anon request asking for patrochilles and I was just like.. SNIFF FOR YOU ANON I WILL MAKE A DESIGN FOR HIM☹️❤️

[columboposting]

[ethemreal]

"an untitled portrait by Van Dyck, 1621"

(watercolor on paper, 9"x12", 2024)

also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57560983

inspired by this post/fic by @cuubism

https://cuubism.tumblr.com/post/699751218188353536/a-van-dyck-dream-drawled-dragging-a-light

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42802623

[redo-rewind-if]

Sorry for the lack of snippets lately, I figured since it's so close to release that I wouldn't do anymore atm but... I couldn't resist sharing some of this scene lol.