#a certified badass

[bird-inacage]

【乘风】 Ride the Wind S5 | 陈丽君 Chen Lijun

Chen Lijun is proving to be an absolute powerhouse this year. As a traditional Chinese Opera artist, CLJ typically plays male roles on stage and has recently made a name for herself, due to her dignified and handsome aura that's both masculine and feminine.

Able to belt powerful vocals, adapt to many dance styles due to her years of gruelling training and discipline, and a master of stunning swordplay and strength - she's rightly everyone's ultimate girl crush.

Note: Ride the Wind (formerly known as Sisters who make Waves) is a Chinese competition show that invites 30+ established female artists from across the entertainment industry. They participate in a series of live shows as girl groups. The greater purpose is to allow for creative collaboration, and an insight into these artists/celebrities.

[mail-me-a-snail]

i love watching old cyberpunk2077 trailers and seeing how cool or badass they try to make v(incent) out to be when

hes literally the saddest looking white fence in this whole world. hes on that shit that got jesse pinkman girlies insane. he'll cry if you're mean 2 him and he has his ass handed to him by the ncpd daily

[deltarune-fan-pipis]

i said this to my sister the other day:

ody is so badass like oh my jesus god christ

[comicbookhyperfixationtime]

My man snuck into a highly secure government facility and stole a fucking plane, without harming a single person, in a single page

And this is while nerfed.

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 2] -> favourite tk and/or carlos rescue(s) -> 3.02

[themainspoon]

I stand in a dark alleyway surrounded by a group of hooligans. I grin, knowing that this fight is already over. I draw my Katana and move so fast that it seems almost as if I am teleporting. This terrifies the ruffians, who stand in shock, waiting for a death that doesn’t come. They glance around in confusion before seeing me, now standing behind them. They watch in shock and horror as I re-sheathe my blade, mere seconds before I explode into finely sliced chunks.

[misternohair]

Space Marine Good

[bird-inacage]

【乘风】 Ride the Wind S5 | 陈丽君 Chen Lijun: Stage Performances

I didn't know Chen Lijun before watching this year, but I'm incredibly grateful I do now. She is insanely talented (and disciplined), and I adore everything about her.

Though she is known for her expertise in classical art forms through her Yue Opera training, she has shown the ability to also take on modern genres. Whenever she’s on stage, she exhibits an amazing amount of grace that is both strong and soft, handsome and elegant, masculine and feminine. It’s such a pleasure to watch.

Note: Ride the Wind (formerly known as Sisters who make Waves) is a Chinese competition show that invites 30+ established female artists from across the entertainment industry to perform as girl groups. CLJ is a Yue Opera artist: a traditional form of theatre that combines acting, singing, dancing and martial arts.

[djbadthaproblem]

Neek Bucks "Blessings" (Feat. Joey Bada$$) (DJ BAD THA PROBLEM Mash Up)

[sparkletastic-cookiedough]

Instead of working on any of my drafts or wips or anything productive, I wrote a little snippet of Batgirl being isekaid into the BNHA universe.

“There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…”

Barbara Gordon peeked open her eyes and looked up in the mirror. No change. She sighed.

Three hours after waking up in a different world, and she was no closer to figuring out how to get back home.

This strange… alternate dimension… that she was in was nothing like the streets of Gotham. For one, Gotham didn’t even exist in this universe! Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman? None of them existed. There were heroes in this universe that she had never heard of before, but were way less cool than Batman. (But to judge everything on a Batman-metric of coolness? Hardly anyone could compare).

And it was an alternate dimension, given that superpowers were the norm for 98% of the population. Which meant supervillains. If living in Gotham had taught her anything, it’s that if anyone were to get super strength, it’s going to be a criminal. And there were a lot of villains, if the number of heroes was anything to go by. Heroes were apparently a legal entity in this universe. Like, you could go to super hero schools and learn how to be a super hero. Cool.

On the other hand, vigilantism was frowned upon. Heroes were certified by the government. Barbara hadn’t been here long enough to decipher whether that was a good thing or not. Governments having super soldiers? Not always a good thing.

It was all fascinating, but Barbara just wanted to return home. Back to Gotham, listening to the lullaby of police sirens, the sweet smell of smog in the air, where shadows seem to lurk a little bit darker.

Plus, she had responsibilities as Batgirl that she had to keep up.

She ran her fingers through her now curly mess of green hair. If the universal-travel wasn’t enough, it had to be made worse by being in a different body too. Izuku Midoriya, just about to turn 14, and ‘quirkless’ based on his ID card.

Barbara crossed “There’s no place like home” off her list. She didn’t have any ruby slippers, but she had still hoped it would work. It was the last of the plans that didn’t require searching for specific people or magical items.

But Barbara could admit she was out of her depth. This couldn’t be a body swap- it was a whole other universe. She didn’t know how she had gotten here in the first place.

She’d need help to get back to Gotham.

She heard a knock at her door. “Izuku,” a feminine voice said, “are you alright?”

Barbara thought things through for a moment. She needed assistance. She likely wouldn’t be able to lie to someone who knew Izuku very well for long.

Barbara opened the door. “Actually, we need to talk.”

—————

How are you supposed to react when your son explains that they’re inhabiting someone else’s body and are actually a teenage girl from another universe?

Inko Midoriya wasn’t sure. But when she looked into those green eyes, she knew that Izuku (not Izuku) was being sincere.

This person certainly wasn’t Izuku. Izuku pulled at his hands, this person pulled at their hair. Izuku would talk animatedly about quirks, slowly drifting into muttered questions and theories. This person didn’t have the same understanding of quirks. Izuku would speak reverently about All Might. This person did not.

So Inko listened politely. Then she sat beside Not-Izuku, or Barbara as she called herself, as they researched examples of Body Switching, Consciousness Manipulation, or Memory Manipulation quirks that either of them could think of. Barbara adjusted Inko’s computer to hide her trace while researching online.

The situation didn’t quite match descriptions of quirk related incidents. Meaning it could have come from Barbara’s universe.

Barbara had created a list of possible solutions, based on prior situations that had body or universe swapping in them.

1. Make contact with Batgirl and unmask her.

2. Fly around the world at incredibly high speeds

3. Complete tasks related to good deeds or heroism.

4. Find the person/ item that caused this problem and use it to fix it.

5. Wait it out

Barbara explained all of the pros and cons to each solutions, outlining potential problems, and potential steps to complete each one.

Inko was distressed at the idea that her precious son was likely in another universe, and had swapped with Barbara Gordon. But there wasn’t much she could do about it.

So she helped Barbara plan, praying that Izuku would return to his original universe safe.

[riverwithoutbanks]

Castiel is 100% that bitch.

[saucy-mesothelioma]

You may be cool but you will never be "Buster Keaton shrugging off pain from a stunt only to realize years later from his doctor that he'd actually fractured his neck" cool

[madsway]

if i had a a nickel for every time a female character i loved ran with a flare in their hand to lure something into another area i'd have two nickels and that's not a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[certifiedl0serloll]

reminder that poor Winston not only had bad acne but dies, almost gets killed by a metal ball, that also makes him bald. AND doesn’t even get a real death, but just disappears in the storm in the books.

[letthestorieslive]

KIRA & HAYDEN

“Death, you die” & “I’m vengeful”

[deadheaddaisy]

I must ask about my blorbos by association

Kelly-Rostov - Nowhere to go

May I be greedy and also ask about

Hoshi & T’Pol kicking ass and taking names

as a treat? 🥹

Ah, poor Kelly and Rostov! My fic is a lot more angsty than yours have been (and honestly they need yours for the fun and light-heartedness!). It's very much a post-Vox Sola exploring the ramifications of sharing thoughts with each other and their bosses and Zabel while being held by the creature, and what that means for all of them being near each other in the future. Aside from therapy, they probably need to figure out lingering telepathy. It's been a bit of a tough go, hence WIP!

Then my beloveds Hoshi & T'Pol! It's an AU and crossover and brings in elements of two other WIPs, the Multiverse Of Stars and Queensguard. This one brings them over from another universe, along with the boys, and our Hoshi ends up in the mind of an existing Captain Sato. Here's a little taste.

A strongly-built woman as tall as Travis came close to Malcolm, but didn’t touch him. She looked him up and down, then said, “This one is very small. He cannot be worth much, surely?” Malcolm stiffened in outrage but before he could say anything, the woman had turned and found Hoshi right beside her. 

Her eyes dropped to the smaller woman’s hand, where a silver blur was whirling and dancing as Hoshi manipulated a very sharp blade between her fingers. 

“Now I know you weren’t going to say anything derogatory about people smaller than you, were you, Helda?” Hoshi purred, a cold smile on her face. 

“No - no, Captain Sato! I didn’t mean anything by it!” the woman gasped. 

“Good,” Hoshi said, still smiling, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I wouldn’t want anyone to think that being small might affect someone’s ability to be a warrior of the Queen’s Guard, after all.”

Helda gulped and dropped her eyes, saying nothing. Hoshi stared at her coldly a moment longer, then turned, dismissing Helda from her mind, and walked over to T’Pol. 

“Sister,” she said calmly, “the Queen looks for us. Let us present our consorts to her.”