#counterpunch

[godslino]

COUNTERPUNCH | minho series masterlist.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 6.1k (still counting) genre: friends to lovers, boxer!minho, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, eventual smut warnings: themes of anxiety and depression, mentions of therapy, unhealthy methods of coping, side character death, dealing with grief and loss, graphic depictions of injury, swearing, drinking, explicit sexual content (smut tags will be included in every chapter that requires them)

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summary: lee minho, iron fist, gimpo’s pride and joy. at a young age, minho took the boxing world by storm, the youngest south korean national to be expected to win olympic gold. at the peak of his career, just when he thought he had everything figured out, minho’s world shattered. now, one year later, he grapples with the weight of what it means to live a life after loss and fights to find the version of himself that once stood tall inside of the ring.

STATUS: ongoing · · · ♡ TAGLIST: open · · · ♡ LAST UPDATE: 02/18

i. camellias — 6.1k

Changbin stares at him like he’s a bug under a microscope, every little piece of him magnified by a thousand. Suffocating. Minho can’t breathe. He’s not sure he’s ever known how. “I never said you weren’t fine.” The younger boy mumbles. Minho looks up from where he’d been watching a drop of water slide down the side of the stainless steel sink. “I just wanna know how long you’re gonna pretend that everyone around you doesn’t know that you’re hurting, too.”

ii. table for three — coming soon

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[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇.

─── .✦ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

counterpunch · a punch thrown in return for one received.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : for some reason I felt extremely nervous while writing this,, I hope this is what you guys expected for the prologue of Counterpunch??? 🥺🤲 I thought starting it this way would be the best, to, you know, show how they met from moment zero. Already writing chapter one, by the way— I swear I am doing my very best for all of you, my loves. 🫡 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : ravens come and go, threatens between the blacks and greens come and go, deaths come and go… war comes, and it never goes. you had seen everything; past, present, future. your dreams had shown you almost all about the rise & fall of House Targaryen— which gained you the title of “(y/n) the dreamer”. however, the only one who would attentively listen to your visions was Prince Jacaerys, your childhood best friend. and when war arrives, the only solace you both can find amidst all the conflicts, is in your continously blooming relationship. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.0k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : chaptered series. some angst & fluff in the future, maybe. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Dreamer!Best Friend!Reader.

COUNTERPUNCH MASTERLIST.

The nearly overhwelming silence had been interrupted, as loud baby wails overtook the private chambers; bringing a sigh of relief to anyone who had been witnessing and assisting to your birth.

With a soft cotton muslin, ivory coloured blanket, a maid had gently wrapped your fragile body as you wailed. “It’s a girl, my Lady.” the maid muttered, delicately rocking you on her arms, with the ghost of a wide grin forming at the corner of her lips as she approached your mother to pass you to her. Your mother lovingly took you in her arms, relief washing over her as your wail echoed through the chambers; drops of sweat running across her features after an ardous birthing.

It had been quite a special birth. One that brought several wide smiles to members of your own House, and everyone who had alliances with your House by simply taking a glimpse of your sleeping face, or a brief glimpse into your bright innocent eyes. A birth that, as soon as it was announced, Princess Rhaenyra rushed to visit both you, and your mother— and her arms didn’t go empty, as she took baby Jace, her heir, with her to meet you.

House Targaryen’s close bond and alliance to your House was one that rooted back many, many years ago. The realm’s delight and your mother got along together exceptionally well— with your House vehemently supporting her birthright as the true heir to the Iron Throne, and having known each other as young girls. There was no doubt that the Targaryen princess would be swift in paying your mother — and you, a sweet little babe — a visit, as your own mother had done with the birth of her firstborn son.

Resting on a large, velvet lounge sofa, a tranquil expression was spread all across your mother’s features, with a toothy grin beginning to form on her lips as Rhaenyra returned back the gesture— holding a young Jacaerys in her arms, while your own small body was wrapped in a soft blanket, being held by your mother. “She’s very beautiful, congratulations.” the platinum haired woman spoke, tilting her head slightly as her gaze fixed on your features. Her grin could only increase as you would coo to her, offering a toothless baby smile.

The young Velaryon boy, who was only several moons older than you — almost a year —, innocently copied his mother’s actions; his coffee eyes staring at you with curiousity, as your coos were faintly heard in the background. A chuckle spurred from your mother’s lips, moving down her stare to admire you, using her index finger to delicately caress your cheek. “She is, isn’t she? We have decided to name her (y/n).” in her tone, vibrated a notorious pride. One that could only be understood— you were quite a little gift. A joy.

“Thank you very much, Princess. Especially for taking the time to visit us.” the Targaryen princess softly sat by your mother’s side, allowing a huff to escape from her, as she tried to keep Jace properly in her arms— the boy continuing to curiously look at you. “I could never not visit you... And your little girl now, of course.” she said. A lighthearted mood loomed in the atmosphere almost endearingly, which, felt refreshing for her.

Rhaenyra turned around briefly, directing her stare at the young heir in her arms, “Jace, why don’t you greet (y/n)?” she muttered gently, inciting her son to approach you in any possible way. The firstborn Velaryon could notice your big baby eyes attentively, and curiously, observing him as you kept cooing quietly, enveloped in the warmth of the blankets— his hand immediately waved at you in a kind manner, doing as his mother insisted, kindly smiling at the sight of you. Another faint baby grin appeared on your lips as he waved, while both your mothers observed the interactions you shared together.

“I’m certain they’ll both grow to be close friends. I can tell, already.” your mother remarked to Rhaenyra, gleefully, causing the platinum-haired woman to chuckle in response.

Both of you were practically babies, with mere several moons of difference— and despite having exchanged a simple childish interaction for now, considering how much of a close, strengthened bond your Houses had, it was most likely that you both would almost grow together and meet each other frequently.

Your mother wasn’t wrong at all, when she mentioned that you both would grow to become each other’s close friends— you had grown to be best friends, accompanying one another for every single little thing. Playing together, having the privilege of meeting his younger siblings the moment they were born, being the only ones who would really know your thoughts and feelings, and even rooting for him eagerly whenever you travelled to King’s Landing and watched him swordtrain with Ser Strong.

And the older you grew, the more accompanied you were by each other’s presence constantly. Particularly, during the moments where confusion overwhelmed you at the things you began frequently dreaming of and envisioned as you matured— almost hauntingly, as every experience you lived and went through, everywhere you went to, it seemed as if you had already been there, being left to expect the worst outcome. You had nowhere to run to.

Some referred to you as a dreamer, and others, as a madwoman. The only one who would be there by your side when you felt asphyxiated by visions and dreams, and when blood was shed amidst the growing war for his mother’s usurped Throne, would be the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

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[beemochi-art]

I am SOBBING, Poor jazz (but also yay he’s getting better)

that feeling of still loving them but having to put yourself first, despite the internal conflicts of their wrongs and rights— URERGGGGH I am writhing in agony

Introducing idiot 1 and asshole 2. The two morons responsible for bringing us the beautiful and amazing Jazz. Snowcat and Counterpunch.

Wrongs and rights were ingrained into these two’s cores. Snow being loving but too stupid to be gentle with a Sparkling and ends up hurting rather then helping, plus being away all the time. Counterpunch is a real piece of work, very bitter and sometimes just awful towards Jazz, saying things that would permanently stick with him and worst of all leaving him to fend for himself most of the time. However Counterpunch would turn around and protect Jazz with his life, it’s all so confusing for the little guy.

Jazz is very glad he’s not around them anymore but also wishes he was sometimes. But Jazz has a great network of friends, the Autobots and Prowl are his family now. It puts his heart at ease.

[pxrifiedmxniac]

Got my Christmas display for this year done. Theme this year is "A Very Decepticon Christmas"

As per tradition at the Decepticon base, all gifts must be given to Megatron.

[snatching-ishidates-wig]

easily the worst yet somehow successful spy ever

[kamille-is-real]

Everything about this is so fucking funny to me

The little eye glint, Counterpunch's voice, the way Galvatron cuts himself off to laugh and then just stops and walks away without saying anything else

[thelastgherkin]

If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...

[wistsandmagic]

Me: *goes on an unprompted 10 minute long Punch/Counterpunch rant to roommate about how he's never used in anything, among other things* ...and in bloody Bayverse they make him a frikkin' scorpion. Why would a SCORPION INSECTICON be named COUNTER PUNCH? They don't even use their claws! If they wanted to make him a beastformer HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN A KANGAROO. Roommate: *indulgent look while laughing at my 1 am indignation*

Me: I HAVE OPINIONS. Roommate: *nope just LAUGHING*

[strdstwanderer]

Punch/Counterpunch is one of my favorite robots, I finally got an excuse to include him

[crabkick]

Repost of some Fireteam Zero AU stuff.

The AU itself focuses on Fireteam Zero, an Autobot black ops team who operates under the guise of being members of the “Diplomatic Corps” like in IDW. The team consists of:

Getaway: Team leader. Charismatic and charming, but also wildly manipulative, even regarding his friends and allies. Can escape anything and is a master lockpick.

Punch/Counterpunch: Somber and paranoid. Has seen some awful things in his time as a double agent, and it festers in his mind.

Tracks: Total snob who hates to get his hands dirty. Tends to look down on the more “brutish and simple” types. Often says the wrong thing and offends without meaning to.

Nightbird: Quiet and stoic ex-Decepticon. Expert in stealth and incredibly skilled with any type of bladed weapon. Doesn’t like to talk about her past.

Nat: Laid-back and fun-loving, but sometimes hotheaded. Always feels like he's being underestimated. Hung out on Earth until the Decepticons invaded, and was subsequently rescued by Fireteam Zero, and was inducted into the team after they realized he had use as a scout. He now travels with them, aiding them on their missions in the hope that he can help turn the tide of the war and eventually return home to Earth.

[back-and-totheleft]

The making of Oliver Stone, the Unmaking of Hollywood

When I think about Oliver Stone, I imagine a gambler at a craps table who bets every chip he’s got, every time, and usually comes out a winner. And, his gain is ours as well, for he has gambled everything on making some of the best films of our generation.

Check out Stone’s oeuvre, and you will be shocked at how many movies he has made; how many of his you have seen but didn’t know were his. The first Oliver Stone movie ever I saw (but I didn’t know until recently that it was his film) was The Hand with Michael Caine. I saw the film on TV when I was 6 or 7. It is about a cartoonist whose hand is cut off in a car accident, and the hand returns to haunt him and others. I couldn’t sleep for a week. I was constantly looking under my bed to see if a severed hand was there waiting to attack me.

Stone’s just-released memoir, Chasing The Light, reads like a movie script, for Stone’s life and career have indeed been worthy of the big screen. As we learn through riveting prose, the story of the boy Oliver Stone could have been written by Charles Dickens, but Stone is more David Copperfield than his namesake, Oliver Twist. Stone is placed in a boarding school during high school, removed from the parents he adores. His loneliness only increases when he is told over the phone at age 15 that his parents are divorcing and that his mother has moved back to France without even so much as a goodbye. He then learns shortly thereafter that his father has lost his fortune, and with it, Oliver’s inheritance. By his own admission, Stone has yet to fully get over this trauma.

Oliver then had to begin life anew, and to forge his own path, ultimately to the silver screen. It is that lonely journey we learn about in Chasing The Light.

The book opens with Stone’s recounting of his making the movie Salvador (one of my favorites) in Mexico on a shoe-string budget with a cast of characters, including James Woods with whom Stone has remained friends. But it is the excitement of creating a film with so little backing, and with such a great risk of failure, that excites Stone, and also the reader of his memoir. The results are stunning, with Stone succeeding at making what I believe to be the defining Hollywood movie about Reagan’s vicious war in Central America.

It is in this section of the book that Stone writes some of my favorite lines of the book:

The truth is, no matter how great my satisfactions in the later part of my life, I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much excitement or adrenaline as when I had no money. A friend who came from the underclass of England once told me, ‘The only thing money can’t buy is poverty.’ Maybe he really meant ‘happiness,’ but the point is, money gives you an edge, and without it, you become, like it or not, more human. It is, in its way, like being back in the infantry with a worm’s-eye view of a world where everything, whether a hot shower or a hot meal, is hugely appreciated.

I have to imagine that, somewhere, there is a sled or other such object for which Oliver pines, reminding him of simpler days, when he was the object of his parents’ love and affection, and when life seemed more certain.

But, as things turned out, Oliver would come to eschew certainty and comfort at every turn. For example, when he was a freshman at Yale, he quit school to volunteer for the US war in Vietnam. To me, it is this which makes Oliver the stand-out individual he is. While cowards like George W. Bush and Bill Clinton would hide behind the ivy walls to avoid service, Oliver went out of his way to sign up to fight. He would become a highly decorated soldier, earning a number of awards, including the Bronze Star and two Purple Hearts.

In the end, as we learn in his semi-autobiographical film, Platoon, which would win the Academy Award for Best Picture, the war in Vietnam would be a disillusioning experience for Stone. He would learn, as so many others did, that the US was not really fighting for democracy in that far-flung country, and that it was instead brutalizing a poor peasant society trying to shed the yoke of French, and then US, empire.

Platoon was the first Oliver Stone movie I saw on the big screen. I was 17 at the time, and I saw it with my very right-wing father. That movie blew my mind. The scene in which the Charlie Sheen character stops his fellow comrades from raping a Vietnamese girl shook my world. I had no idea until that moment that that sort of thing happened in war, and certainly not by US servicemen. That film, along with Salvador, would help to radicalize me and to make me the person I am today. But what makes Platoon great, I think, is that it captured in a dramatic fashion the cruelty as well as the fog of war. After seeing it, I talked to my boss at the sporting goods store I was working at about it. He was a Vietnam veteran himself, and he readily stated that Platoon was the greatest Vietnam War movie ever made because it told the story of the war so truthfully. This is the highest praise one could receive for such a work.

There is much more to say about Oliver Stone and his memoir. The book is a gripping read, and it is made all the more compelling by Stone’s incredible honesty about himself as a person; about his feelings, including embarrassing feelings that most people would leave to the therapy couch; and about his triumphs and failures. Oliver Stone, first and foremost, is an amazing human being, and to learn about him in his own words, with all his humor and candor, is a delight.

-Dan Kovalik, "The Making of Oliver Stone, The Unmaking of Hollywood," July 24 2020

[godslino]

WIP wednesday!

happy wip wednesday everyone! here’s your sneak peek at counterpunch chapter two (left) and hyunjin’s first date chapter (right)!

super duper excited for both of these to be out soon 🫶

[squiddmaxim]

TRANSFORMERS: DARKLANDS PT 2 IS FINALLY OUT ON AO3

[tharlo21]

Posting Color coded photos of my Transformers figures: Day 5 Blue

[dissociationswagcompetition]

Dissociation Swag Competition - Round 1!

The entirety of the bracket, including all other characters, as well as links to their own matches, can be found here!

[loveaurapearl]

Fire Fight

Did this piece of art a while back. Not my greatest work, but it looks fine. I just wanted this out for everyone to see. And yes, this is Hot Rod vs Counterpunch. I don't really have a story other than they're fighting.