#god of war iii (video game)

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Requested by anon

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K R A T ♎ S ( God of War )

[malachite-iiarie]

Things my family has heard me say while playing video games and now they’re concerned:

“Oh he’s hot, come on goat daddy”-Tears of the Kingdom

“Bite me…BITE ME” BG3

“RougaROU” Tears of the Kingdom (I refuse to pronounce Rauru correctly he is a roller coaster now)

“Why’s he not following me, where are yo-WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE” BG3

“Vampire, daddy, queen, thot” BG3

“I can strap him to a ROCKET” Tears of the Kingdom

“Let’s go, demon mommy, stand on him, play that harp” Wrath and Glory (not a video game, but I said this to them when describing my character)

“For the case of this messed up child, Duke Ravengard…You are the father” BG3

“YOURE MARRIED DOES THAT MEAN WE’RE GETTING A DIVORCE” Tears of the Kingdom

“Sexy hot fish man, I’ll start a power throuple” Tears of the Kingdom

“I’M NOT READY TO GIVE THE TALK STAY AWAY FROM THE FEMALE” God of War Ragnorok

[kaitiyarbro87-blog]

Spoilers

So mind your peepers

Anyways a thought came to my head playing Baldurs Gate 3. Like imagine if Kratos was there, like I don't think any of the gods stand a chance against him. Kratos would 100% slaughter his way through the absolute and tear that elder brain. I am talking about God of War 4. I'm wondering about all of the gods interactions and maybe even Raphael too, even I think Kratos would definitely manage to kill that Ketheric Thorm and probably easily too.

Like what do others think about that match up with Kratos vs. The absolute cult and God?

[poz-patrol]

God of War III Remastered

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THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - This Episode Is Not Canon | 4/2/08

I enjoy swearing at guys in high chairs!

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[victoria-daydreams]

The Winner Takes It All ||Challengers

Part II: Maneaters

AN: I'm back y'all! I'm sorry for the delay in posting, classes are over but my god did work quickly fill the vacuum of the little free time I had. Buckle up everyone, we're experiencing our first time jump! And once again, a big thank you to has followed this story!

Trigger warnings: slight homophobia

Word Count: 6.1k

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Part III: The First Crack

13 YEARS LATER - NEW ROCHELLE, AUGUST 2019

In the mostly empty lobby bar of The Ritz-Carlton, a woman occupied the furthest seat of the counter, alone. Her eyes were glued to the screen of her iPad Air as vibrant, moving images reflected perfectly in her eyes. "Electric Lady" by Janelle Monae played in the background of the video while several women and a few men were dancing or goofing around against a lilac backdrop. The camera cut to a shot of a smiling woman, striking several posses for it, showing off the makeup flawlessly applied to her face. Suddenly, the woman was lightly shoved out of the frame by two laughing women all sharing resemblance of each other as they began using the camera as a mirror to apply lipstick or lip gloss. The camera zoomed in on the round and square tubes of the products, displaying the white lettering printed across it.

Another model popped up on screen doing a twirl before the camera focused in on the eye makeup painted on his face. Just as the music was slowly beginning to fade out, the camera positioned itself into an overhead shot, showing the set in its entirety. On both sides, models were crowding in front of mirrors inside a beauty bar. The woman from the beginning of the video confidently strode down the middle of the space, the camera slowly panning down to bring it down to eye level.

"Ace Beauty. Keeping your game face effortlessly chic and always classic," she recited smoothly, a charming smile on her face as she signed her name on the lens with lipstick.

Gianna stared at herself in the video, the end of her Apple Pencil pressed against her lips. Her own makeup line, Gianna could hardly believe that's a sentence she could say. It made sense to pursue the business endeavor though, her makeup looks off the court were always being discussed by her fans. Her Instagram comments were constantly flooded with questions: what techniques does she use, how did she achieve a certain look, what products is she wearing, etc. The makeup line scheduled to drop the same day as the start of the US Open Tournament, this of course was by design; what better way to promote your new brand than doing it on the same day when millions of eyes are already on her.

"You actually came,"

The sound of his voice made a grin tug on Gianna's lips.

"Well why wouldn't I, Patrick?" she questioned, placing the stylus down onto the bar. "I said I would I come, and here I am," she said, turning to look at the dark haired man with a laugh.

Gianna slid down from the stool and onto the floor, holding her arms open invitingly for an embrace. Though they were a few feet apart, she couldn't help but notice that Patrick was a little worse for wear. Like he was constantly at war with life itself and lost many battles in the process, but somehow was still here. Gratefully, Patrick accepted the hug, but Gianna was unprepared for how tightly he held onto her. He was like a child holding their favorite stuffed animal, it couldn't have been clearer to Gianna that Patrick was in need of comfort. In need of a friend.

"Okay, okay, Patrick, it's great to see you too buddy," Gianna said, patting his back lightly a couple of times. But you are squeezing the life out of me," she wheezed, and Patrick immediately released her.

He pulled back, running his hands down her arms while letting his eyes roam over her freely.

"You look damn good Gianna," Patrick complimented, shaking his head and laughing.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Hmm, I know," she agreed, twirling around in her ivory Ralph Lauren sleeveless jumpsuit. "You don't look so bad yourself, Patrick," she complimented back.

Those gray eyes, worn and tired, but still the same eyes that lit up whenever he had seen her. Still the same boy underneath it all.

"Come, sit with me," Gianna encouraged, walking back to her corner stool.

Taking a seat next to her, Patrick propped his arm up against the counter and leaned his head against his fist.

"How's your dad?" he wondered curiously, smirking a little.

A breathy chuckle escaped her, "It is very brave, kind really, of you to ask about the well being of my dad," Gianna commented, something which Patrick laughed at. "He's fine all things considered, misses coaching me, but with his heart attack it's best he focuses on his tennis academy. Less stressful," she answered, unlocking her IPad.

"And what does father dearest think about you coming to a challenger tournament to see me?"

Another laugh left Gianna, this one harder than the previous one, "You do not want to know," she warned, dragging her finger across the screen to start her makeup ad from the beginning.

"Come on, what did the old man say? You piqued my curiosity now," he said, wearing a challenging smirk.

Gianna's eyebrows shot up, her head tilting to the side to wordlessly convey the question of, "You sure about that?" It only made Patrick's smirk deepen.

"Alright, you asked for it, but don't say I didn't warn you," she began, lifting her hands up. "My dad said it was beneath me to even be anywhere in your proximity," Gianna answered bluntly.

"You know, I gotta admire the old man for his never wavering in his hatred of me," Patrick joked. "At least you still came and didn't listen to him like you would've before,"

"Yeah, I did take some words of wisdom from you the day we broke up," she admitted, looking over to him. "You were right, you know? I always allowed my dad's words to sway me much too easily," she remarked. "Though, you are wrong about one thing. My dad doesn't hate you. Initially, he did," she informed, watching Patrick's eyebrows rise. "No, what he hates is watching you squander the potential you had as a tennis star," she corrected, shrugging her shoulders.

"Ouch," Patrick said, pressing his hand over his chest in fake pain.

Gianna thought she saw a brief flash of hurt in his eyes, but in an instant, it was gone and she was forced to think she had imagined it.

"Listen, not saying this tournament won't work out for you, but if doesn't, I have a proposal that my dad is probably going to kill me for," she said, resting her arms on the counter.

"And that is?"

"I'll get you a position at the Maurice Langdon Academy as an instructor," Gianna offered.

Patrick's head jerked up from his hand, "You serious, Gia?" he asked, a glimmer of gratefulness shining in his eyes.

"Serve normally, and I can almost guarantee you that my dad will take you on," she assured, pointing her finger at him.

"This isn't charity, right?" Patrick asked, a flash of skepticism appearing on his face. "My dad, who's a big fan of yours and a donor to your dad's academy, didn't put you up to this?" he questioned.

"Patrick, the only person who put me up to this was me," she answered. "Plus, it's like what you told me over the phone, you have one good season left in you. Who's to say after this challenger you don't go on to achieve your dream," she suggested, shrugging slightly. "This is a job offer, Patrick, one that is waiting for you no matter which way the wind blows," she said simply, smiling at him.

Before Gianna knew it, she became the receiver of a very tight bear hug that seemed to last for an eternity. Patrick shook with laughter, the sound reverberating against her as Gianna found herself smiling at his reaction just before he pulled away from her.

"This is the kindest fucking thing someone has done for me in a longtime," he informed, his voice slightly muffled against her shoulder. He pulled back. "Tennis superstar, Olympian, philanthropist, fashionista, friend," Patrick listed, shaking his head as another laugh escaped him. "Is there nothing Gianna Langdon can't do?" he wondered.

She chuckled, "I'm still working on that last part," Gianna said, shaking her head. "I haven't been the greatest at it in the past," she admitted, her eyes lowering.

Patrick grabbed a hold of her hands, "But you're here now, Gianna," he pointed out, bending his head so he could meet her stare. "I called your number with little hope that you would pick up, but you did," he reminded softly, running the calloused pads of his fingers across the back of her hands. "Hell, I thought the moment I dialed your number it would go straight to voicemail," he confessed, with a small smile before the two shared laughter.

Gianna glanced up, "It means a lot to me that I was the first person you thought to call for support," she confessed.

"Couldn't think of a better woman to be in my corner," Patrick reasoned, letting a lopsided grin grow on his face.

Just like that, old butterflies that Gianna believed had gone dormant awakened inside her stomach, fluttering and flickering about wildly. Giggling, she slowly pulled her hands from Patrick's and ran one of them through her freshly silk pressed, honey brown hair.

"Control it," she thought.

She cleared her throat, "You forgot to add one more feather to my cap," she commented, deliberately changing the subject.

"And what's that?"

"Entrepreneur," she beamed proudly. "Patrick Zweig, you are looking at a future beauty mogul," she proclaimed.

"You know once upon a time, the woman in front of me was worried no one was going to take a chance on her, glad to see those worries were unfounded," he recalled, mirroring her expression.

"I am too," she agreed. "Want a sneak peek of the fruit of my labors?" she offered.

Answering with a grin and nod, Gianna unlocked her IPad and tapped play on the screen. Just as Patrick began to watch her commercial, Gianna let her eyes wander into the hotel foyer until they landed on a pair of strikingly blue ones. Her breath hitched uncomfortably in her throat, while her heart nearly stopped in her chest. For a fleeting moment, time suspended itself and it was as if they existed in a universe all of their own. Nothing was there, nothing except for those bright blue eyes, boring into her own. Gianna could hardly believe, stomach, who the set of eyes staring back at her belonged to, for it was none other than Arthur Donaldson.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as blood thudded audibly in her ears from the erratic rhythm of her heart beating. Gianna swore the thumping of heart would drown out the sound from the video and be heard by Patrick. They stare at each other, nearly a decade of unspoken words flowing between them without either of them ever opening their mouths. In truth, the silence was far louder than anything they could have said. Confused shock painted itself all over Art's features, an expression mirrored on her own.

Instantly, Gianna's mind was flooded with memories with the force of a tsunami. The two of them goofing off in her dorm room when they were supposed to be studying for class. Her birthday dinner date, that was not a date. His touching gift to her on her birthday which led to a moment of weakness that set off a terrible domino effect. Gianna remembered everything. The catalyst event which decimated a friend group within a single day, tore best friends apart, and formed a rift which Gianna believed would never mend. She couldn’t forget their history, it defined who they were now.

"Were those your sisters in the commercial?"

Patrick's voice was faint and faraway, everything for Gianna was muffled and distorted, like voices being heard underneath water. The impact of a hand on her knee ripped Gianna out of her trance. Blinking a few times, Patrick's face came back into her focus.

"I-I'm sorry what did you ask?" Gianna questioned, pointedly ignoring Art's eyes being trained on her and burning holes into her face.

"Was that Alicia and Farrah I saw in the commercial?"

"Yeah—Yes, they were," Gianna confirmed distractedly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"You alright Gia? You've been looking over my shoulder for a solid minute now," Patrick remarked, raising a brow. "Is there someone you know here?" he questioned curiously, beginning to turn around.

Gianna had never moved quicker in her life, her hand darting out to grasp his chin with two fingers and redirecting his attention back to her. The world's awkwardest ex-friend's reunion was not going to happen on her watch.

"No one worth mentioning or addressing," Gianna assured, an easy smile on her lips. Releasing his chin, she lightly hit her palm against the counter. "Let’s have a drink, yeah?" she suggested, getting the bartender's attention.

"To celebrate you or me?"

"You, silly," she answered, before motioning to her drink for a refill and ordering for Patrick. She still knew his drink of choice despite the passage of time. "And a little bit of me as well," she admitted playfully, moving her head side to side. "I'm serious though, Patrick. I know how much this tournament means to you and how much you have riding on it. I am proud of what you accomplished, truly," she praised, her eyes twinkling in delight.

"Receiving high praise from Gianna Langdon," Patrick began, as their drinks were slid across the counter in front of them. "I'll be damn near unstoppable on the court now," he joked, grabbing his glass.

Gianna grabbed her own drink, "To future successes," she wished, raising her glass.

"To future successes," Patrick echoed, the rim of his glass softly clinking against hers. They both take a sip of their drinks and Patrick grinned against his glass as if he just remembered something. Lowering the cup from his lips, he placed it on top of the counter. "I forgot to wish you a happy belated," he mentioned.

"Birthday?" Gianna asked, bringing her glass down from her mouth. "That was way back in early spring, but thanks regardless," she said, with a laugh.

"No, silly," Patrick said, with a grin. "Happy belated Pride! Congrats on coming out as bisexual!" he cheered.

"Oh fuck off!" Gianna said, laughing heartily and hitting his arm.

"What? It was very brave of you to do so," he complimented, laughing himself.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Gianna shook her head.

"Bravery had nothing to do with it," she corrected. "I mean, it's what I am. I discussed coming out to the public with my dad, and he said no better time to do it than in the month where it celebrates folks like me," Gianna recalled, shrugging and lifting her glass to her lips. "I'm already a beloved athlete, it was only going to be a net positive for me," she reasoned, leaning back against the backrest of the barstool.

"Always about the optics with you, Gia," Patrick said, his tone biting.

Gianna lifted her drink to her lips, "I am my father's daughter," she said dryly. "For better or for worse," she added quietly, knocking back the rest of her drink.

~~~x~~~

13 YEARS EARLIER - STANFORD UNIVERSITY, 2006

Move-in day was hot. Scratch that, it was scorching outside underneath the California sun. The blistering heat made the task of transporting Gianna's belongings to her dorm room a miserable one. The thought of forgoing her clothes all together floated about in Gianna's head if it meant some relief from the heat. Though, she knew her mom and dad would be none too pleased at the gesture, especially since the two helpers in their amidst was Art and Patrick.

Being the ever helpful boyfriend, Patrick lent his hand in assisting both Gianna and Tashi move into their dorm rooms. Despite his helping hand, Gianna's dad was still none too impressed by Patrick.

"I don't like it, he's too arrogant for my liking," the salt-and-pepper haired man groused, shaking his head, clearly displeased by Gianna's taste in a boyfriend.

Mrs. Langdon snorted softly from her seat within the trunk of their truck.

For as long as Gianna could remember, her mother had always exuded an air of sophistication and chic that she hoped she could match one day. Of course, when her mother being a former American Ballet Theatre ballerina, it came with the territory. People always told her she had mother's soft face or most commonly said she, “stole her whole face from her momma”. To Gianna, her mother was absolutely stunning, like straight out off the front cover of Ebony magazine. More importantly, her mom was the yin to her dad’s yang, her gentleness balanced his sternest.

"What? He's just a younger version of you Maurice, but," she paused, tapping a finger to the palm side of her hand and smiling at her husband.

"Well, unlike him, I didn't have wandering eyes," he retorted, taking off his horn rimmed glasses, to wipe away the fog from his lenses. "Gia, darling, are you sure that Patrick is dating you for you, or because of your access to Tashi?" Mr. Langdon questioned sincerely, his brow arching.

"Ohh, this is awkward," Gianna thought.

Telling her mom and dad she and Tashi were both dating Patrick, she would simply have to be waterboarded for them to get that information out of her.

"Patrick is dating me for me," Gianna reassured, nodding her head while wiping at the thin line of sweat trickling down her forehead.

"Your dad is worried about Patrick, while my concern is with your friend, Arthur," Mrs. Langdon stated, shifting her body to face Gianna fully.

"Art?" Gianna repeated, disbelief all over her face. "What, come on? Art is probably the nicest, sweetest guy I've ever met," she defended, an incredulous laugh belting from her.

"Honey, those are the ones you have to be the most careful of," Mrs. Langdon warned, placing her hand on Gianna's knee. "Boys like Art, are able to get away with much because people believe the same way as you do," she explained. "I've seen the way he looks at you, how he looks when you and Patrick get affectionate with each other," she noted, staring pointedly at Gianna. "I say this as your mother, as a woman, be careful around Art. I fear he's the type to throw stones and then hide his hands, if it means getting what he wants," she advised.

Gianna rolled her eyes, "Mom, that's ridiculous," she protested.

"Gia!"

"Speak of the devil," she thought.

Standing at the doorway of her dorm building was Art with his trademark backwards Stanford hat and a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"I guess that's our sign to hit the road again," Mrs. Langdon noted, with an exhale. "Your dad and I still have to go to UCLA to visit Farrah and make sure she's all squared away for her sophomore year," she reminded, pushing herself up from the trunk bed and reaching her hands out for Gianna.

"Call me the moment you make it to campus," Gianna ordered, taking her mom's hands to jump down onto the ground.

"Yes, ma'am," Mrs. Langdon answered, nodding her head and chuckling. She ran her hands up and down Gianna's arms, giving her a once over. "Can't believe I'm dropping off my baby girl to college!" she exclaimed, bringing her in for a tight hug. "One step closer to being a big name tennis superstar!" she cheered, as Gianna returned her hug. "I'm so proud of you!" she stated, pulling back from her.

Gianna beamed at her mother's words as the older woman pressed a kiss atop of her head.

"Your mom offered you some words of wisdom, now it's my turn," Mr. Langdon said, gathering Gianna in his arms for another tight embrace and swaying them side to side. Pulling away, he gave her biceps a squeeze as his demeanor became a little more serious. "Don't let her run you," he instructed vaguely.

Gianna frowned, "What?" she questioned, her head tilting.

"Do not let Tashi Duncan run you," he repeated slowly. "You've allowed her to get away with it for too long, but starting today, that shit dies," he said sternly.

"Tashi does not run me, Dad," Gianna disagreed, scoffing quietly. "I think we both witnessed that at Juniors this year," she pointed out.

"You seem to have a great handle on that, tennis wise," Mr. Langdon began, pressing his palms together. "But for life in general, you're lacking severely," he retorted. "Let this be the last day I ever hear you say the words, 'Tashi says', 'Tashi wants', or 'Tashi believes', alright?" he questioned, staring over the rim of his glasses. "I'm trying to make you a superstar, not a sidekick to another superstar. It's time you shed that image once and for all, and to do that, you must start thinking for yourself. Making a name for yourself. Got it?" he asked, both his brows raising.

"Yes, sir," Gianna answered tightly.

Mr. Langdon nodded approvingly, "Atta girl," he replied, before bringing her in for a second hug. "Have fun in college, but not too much fun," he murmured, against her head. "Kick ass and take names, we have a dream to fulfill," he said, with a pat against her back.

"Yours or mine?" Gianna thought bitterly.

Her dad released his hold on her, moving to shut the trunk door close. Gianna watched her parents get into the truck, the doors slamming close in unison.

"Gia, just please consider what I said earlier, for me," Mrs. Langdon said, looking back at her from the passenger seat.

"Yeah, I will, I will," she answered, brushing off her mom's concerns.

With one final wave, her parents pulled off from the parking lot and Gianna felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She was finally free. For the first time in her life, Gianna would be able to navigate life where tennis and her dad were not wholly the center of her universe. She now had the chance to do something she always dreamed of doing, just being a normal 18 year-old. Exploring old hobbies and new, hanging out with friends, going to parties, it was all there for the taking now that her dad could no longer constantly breathe down her neck. Smiling to herself, Gianna turned around and jogged to the entrance of her dorm building where Art patiently waited for her.

"Everything good?" Art wondered, as she climbed the last step up.

"Never been better!" Gianna answered, a delighted smile on her face.

Walking past him, she nimbly snatched Art's hat from his head and ran into the building.

"Hey!" he cried playfully.

Gianna sprinted up the staircase to her floor, giggling every step of the way as Art was hot on her trail and laughing along with her. Just as she approached the doorway to her room, she suddenly felt herself being lifted off her feet and spun around, briefly feeling weightless.

"Your girlfriend is a thief!" Art informed breathlessly, with a laugh as he put Gianna back down on her feet.

Another series of giggles left Gianna as they entered her room, "Do not listen to such slanderous lies! I'm innocent!" she proclaimed, placing Art's hat on her head.

Making a beeline to her bed, she plopped down on it next to Patrick who was casually stretched out across the mattress. In an instant, his arm naturally wrapped itself around Gianna's waist while he shifted himself into a sitting position.

"Look at this face Art," Patrick began, using his free hand to take her chin in between his fingers and playfully squeeze her cheeks. "Does this look like the face of a thief?” he questioned. Gianna shook her head in his grasp, her eyes warm with mirth. "Exactly Gianna, that's what I think as well," he agreed, before swooping down to attack the side of her face with kisses.

"Patrick!" Gianna shrieked in laughter, writhing in arms.

Tashi started making fake gagging sounds and Gianna eyes flickered over to hers.

"Don’t be like that Tash," she said, a fake pout on her lips. "There's plenty of love to go around," she reminded, outstretching her hand towards her girlfriend.

"You sure about that?" Tashi asked, her face contorting in a look of faux outrage. "Because it seems like Patrick is hogging you all to himself,"

Gianna only snickered in response, her eyes rolling before meeting Art's stare. It made her smile falter when she did. There was the faintest twitch of a muscle in his jaw, a scowl threatening to cloud his features. His eyes hardened at the edges to the point they resembled ice. And she was the only one noticing the drastic shift in Art's cheery demeanor, it sent shivers down her spine. Vaguely, Gianna felt Patrick's lips peppering kisses up and down her neck while talking to Tashi in between each one. Without taking her eyes off Art, she reached behind her and lightly tapped the side of Patrick's face.

Gianna cleared her suddenly dry throat, "Alright, alright, easy there lover boy," she joked, tearing her eyes from Art's face for a quick glance to his throat where his Adam's apple bobbed in agitation.

Patrick chuckled against her skin and pulled away from her, resting his back against the wall while bringing her down with him.

"So uh, what do you guys wanna do now?" Art wondered, his usual bright attitude returning without missing beat. "The day is still young," he added, lowering himself down to have a seat onto the plush rug covering the floor.

"Hmmm," Gianna hummed in contemplation, adjusting Art's hat to fit snug on the top of her head.

It was an action that left Art's gaze lingering on her. Gianna wished he would quit staring at her like he was a man dying of thirst, ready to drink her up and gulp down like a glass of water when placed in front of him. And it was not because she found it creepy, it was the fact that it was stirring up physical and emotional responses she should not be having when her boyfriend and girlfriend are literally in the room with her.

"I think—" Gianna began.

"We should go hit around on the courts," Tashi suggested, swiveling back and forth in the desk chair. "Can't think of a better group to do it with," she reasoned, her lips curling upwards.

"What? Oh come on, no!" Gianna complained, raising up from Patrick's chest. "We're all gonna have plenty of opportunities to hit a tennis ball around the court," she said in exasperation. "We're in college guys—well most of us are in college," she corrected, earning her a squeeze to her side from Patrick. "Let's be normal college kids and have some fun for once and enjoy our freedom," she suggested.

"What did you have in mind Gia?” Patrick asked, his fingers softly trailing up and down her waist.

"There's a mini golf course not too far from campus. I saw it on the way here with my parents," she answered, looking around at everyone.

"That does sound fun to do," Art grinned, nodding his head in agreement.

"Gia, you know complacency breeds mediocrity," Tashi warned.

"God, does she sound like dad!" she thought.

Gianna spoke before she could stop herself, "Yes, and, being hyper focused on one, single thing makes a person super fucking boring too," Gianna shot back.

The swiveling of the chair came to an abrupt halt. Gianna could almost physically feel all the air sucked out of the room. Nobody moved and Gianna found herself engaged in a staring match with Tashi in a battle of wills.

"Are you calling me boring?" Tashi challenged, her eyes narrowing.

Art breathed out a nervous chuckle, "Tashi, I don't—" he started.

"No, no, let Gianna answer," Tashi interrupted, holding her hand up in his direction without looking.

"Yes," Gianna thought.

"I didn't say you," Gianna pointed out. "It was a generalized statement," she continued.

"Is that so?" Tashi asked, doubt coloring her tone.

"Yeah, it is," Gianna answered, arching her brow in challenge.

"Come on Tash," Patrick called, sitting up from his spot against the wall. "It's not a bad idea, all of us are going to have our hands full for the next couple of months," he said, his eyes dancing between the two girls.

"We can make it a going away party for Patrick before he's off to the pros," Art chirped in.

"Yes, exactly Art!" Patrick agreed. "And what better way to be sent off than having my two, beautiful girlfriends by my side,”

Gianna stole a quick glance at Art after hearing Patrick's words and she swore she saw his forehead vein pulse with unusual intensity.

"Okay, fine," Tashi huffed, and Gianna's eyes flitted from Art back to her.

Gianna softly pushed Patrick's arm from her waist and stood up to sit on Tashi's lap.

"It'll be fun, Tash!" Gianna promised, looping her arms around Tashi's neck. "You'll see," she encouraged, pecking her forehead.

"Yeah, yeah," Tashi groused.

~~~x~~~

With pursed lips, Gianna drew her arms backwards then forwards to make sure that the little, white ball was aligned with her club before gently swinging at it. The precise hit sent the ball rolling down the green in a perfectly straight line, right into the hole.

"Nice shot Gia!" Art cheered, sticking his hand out for a hi-five.

"I try," she smirked, slapping her hand against his. "Your turn, partner," she said, motioning him to take his position.

It was Gianna's idea to split the group into teams, that way both Gianna and Tashi could both somewhat get what they wanted, a fun but fierce competition. Art set his ball onto the green, getting into his stance and took aim.

"So, are we gonna talk about it?" he asked, the club solidly hitting the ball in the center.

Gianna frowned, "Talk about what?" she asked back, watching his ball stop just short of the hole.

Art turned around, an incredulous look crossing his face at her question.

"What happened in your hotel room," Art supplied as if it was the most obvious answer, before moving closer to his ball.

"Oh, that..." Gianna trailed off, following behind him. "What about it? What is there to talk about?" she questioned dismissively, twirling her club in her hand.

Just as the questions left her lips, Art tapped his ball into the hole with ease.

"That what happened between us is constantly replaying in my head 24/7," he explained, turning around again. "And it's torturous," he went on, his eyes desperate.

Gianna only blinked in response, genuinely perplexed on what Art wanted her to do or say about that.

"Well get it to stop," Gianna suggested lamely, lazily tossing one arm up. "I don't know what you want me to tell you," she added, with a shake of her head.

"Get it to stop?" he repeated, in disbelief while taking a step closer to her. "Gia, you gave me a handjob!" he exclaimed lowly, so only she could hear. "You can't do that to a guy and expect him to just forget it!" he insisted.

"What I did could hardly qualify as a handjob, Art," Gianna argued, her voice matching his. "It was one pump at max," she pointed out.

Gianna knew this was childish, to be arguing the technicalities of what is a handjob, but she needed to quash what she thought Art was poking at. They didn't need to talk about that ever again, it was… it was a good time, it basically meant nothing. All she had to do was bury her budding feelings deep down, and make an active effort to never acknowledge them again.

"Why did even tell me this, knowing I'm dating your best friend?" Gianna questioned, anger rising in her voice.

"Because despite that, I think you like me too," he countered, his frustration growing more palpable by the second.

"Look Art, we had some fun in my hotel room. You, me, and Patrick, we all did," she deflected, shaking her head again. "Fun," she emphasized.

"Fun? That's all that was?"

God, did she feel like a bitch, watching Art's face crumple made her almost reconsider everything, but she was in too deep now to back out now.

"In that instance, yes," Gianna answered bluntly, watching how that verbal blow knocked the wind out of him. "I'm sorry, did you think it was more?" she asked coldly.

With each word she uttered, it visibly pained Art and the lines in his forehead grew deeper and deeper. He looked like a kicked puppy, and god did she hate when he looked like that. Silence fell between them, the most uncomfortable silence of Gianna's life.

"Fuck! This was supposed to be a fun night!" she groaned, before turning away from Art and walking away from the hole they were at.

"You never denied it," Art remarked, his words were spoken softly, barely a whisper, but to Gianna they were deafening. So much so, that she abruptly froze mid step, her shoulders visibly stiffening. "That you had feelings for me," he finished quietly.

Gianna was like a deer in headlights. She had hoped the harshness of her words would cause Art to fail to notice what she didn't say. He was far more attentive than she realized. Swallowing uncomfortably, Gianna all but sprinted to where Tashi was, not daring to look back.

"Hey Tash," Gianna greeted, forcing a smile on her face as she approached her. "How's your game going? Where did Patrick go?" she questioned, praying she wasn't noticeably acting strange.

Tashi didn't bother looking up at her, "Oh, you know," she began, her voice monotone. "It goes," she answered, barely making an effort to hit the golf ball into the hole. It pitifully only moved a few feet from them. "Patrick, on the other hand went to buy food for us," she answered flatly.

Gianna felt her grip tighten around her club, "You know could at least make an attempt to actually try and have fun," she commented.

Tashi's head whipped up, a frown already etched on her face.

"I didn't want to come here in the first place, and you know that," Tashi stated, carelessly letting the golf club fall from her hand. "Fun, fun, fun. That's all you seem to care about now!" she snapped, folding her arms against her chest.

Gianna rolled her eyes, "Excuse me for daring to indulge in my newfound freedom from being under my dad's thumb for the first time in years," she responded sarcastically.

"I'm sure he'll be just thrilled to learn the placeholder for his own lost dreams immediately took her eyes off the prize the second he left her alone," Tashi said, a derisive chuckle leaving her.

"Fuck you! That's a low fucking blow even for you Tashi!" Gianna hissed, stabbing her finger in the air toward her best friend. "I pray you never find yourself in the same position which I've been put through," she wished.

Once upon a time, much like Gianna, her father was a talented tennis prodigy who was on the cusp of a promising career in the pros. However, just as his career started, it was snatched away within a blink of the eye with death of his father, forcing him to return home to take over the family horse ranch. And Gianna has had to suffer for circumstances beyond hers or her father's control ever since.

"You don't know what it's like, to have your own dad be your coach as well," Gianna went on, her fist balling up. "And being forced to reckon that you begin to see him as less of a father and only as a coach," she added, faintly feeling her nails digging into her palm.

"Poor fucking me, I'm Gianna Langdon who's had a silver spoon in my mouth since I could walk," Tashi mocked. "My life is so difficult because I have to play a sport I'm wonderful at and my dad has went above and beyond to make sure I excel at my craft, like having a fucking personal tennis court built in my backyard!"

"And you think that's a blessing?" Gianna asked, the pitch in her voice rising. "It was a curse! My own personal gilded cage, a constant reminder that I've never really had any say at all to explore life outside of tennis," she exclaimed, dropping her own club now.

"You like baking,"

"Ooh one whole hobby," Gianna deadpanned, raising her hands and shaking them. "You know what you're supposed to do at college besides learn?" She questioned. "Party and find yourself,” she listed, ticking them off with her fingers.

"You're at Stanford to play tennis on a full ride scholarship," Tashi reminded firmly.

"Well it's a good fucking thing I can multitask," Gianna retorted. "Come on Tashi, think about it. Outside tennis, what else do you and I do in our spare time? Talk about boys?" she said exasperatedly.

"Yes, and its worked for us this entire time. Why change now?" Tashi replied, a soft frown creasing her forehead.

"Because we were friends then, but now we're girlfriends—"

Tashi scoffed, "Girlfriends? You haven't even publicly came out and stated that we're dating," she pointed out.

Gianna could only bite her tongue, because Tashi was right, she hadn't. Although, she had her reasons, they were wholly self-serving, but there was logic behind them.

"I know you haven't told your mom," Tashi began. "And I know damn well you haven't said anything to your dad," she stressed. "So, what is it? Are you afraid of ruining your ‘golden child’ title if your parents find out you're queer?" she taunted.

"You think my parents care if I'm gay?" Gianna asked incredulously. "They've known Farrah is a lesbian for nearly two years now," she informed.

"She plays women's soccer, I'm positive your parents weren't surprised about that revelation," Tashi said dismissively. "The closet was made of fucking glass," she quipped.

If Gianna wasn't so frustrated and infuriated with Tashi, she would've laugh at Tashi's remark.

"Alright, fuck it, you want to know why I don't to want go public? Why I refuse to?"

"I'm waiting with bated breath," Tashi answered sarcastically.

"It's because I have a goddamn name and image to uphold," Gianna said frankly. "We both do," she added, her tone softening.

"Oh my god!" Tashi complained. "It's always about image with you, with your dad!" she snapped.

"I'm being pragmatic here and you know it, you're just being too stubborn to realize I'm right," Gianna claimed, crossing her arms.

"Billie Jean King, a tennis legend is an open lesbian,"

"Yeah, and did you skip over the part where she was forcibly outed, shunned, and lost all her endorsements soon after?" she shot back. "Do you want that fate for the both us when either of us have barely even made a start in our careers?" Gianna questioned, no trace of anger in her voice only sincerity.

Tashi never got the chance to respond as an arm snaked its way around Gianna's waist.

"Now, what are you doing around in these parts?" Patrick asked humorously. "Is Art doing that bad you had to switch sides?" he guessed.

Gianna looked over at him, "I came to see how you two losers were doing," she lied, grinning at him.

Her eyes found Tashi's once more, their argument from moments before still raging silently between in stares, and all the while Patrick is none the wiser. He didn't notice the obvious growing tension between his two girlfriends, between two best friends.

Part IV: Cocky Af

[gaylilrat]

everything is a metaphor for being trans if you try hard enough. vampirism? easy! the process of carving a statue? obviously! the horrors of womanhood? of course it is! the plot to hit 2002 video game the elder scrolls iii morrowind? what else would it be? the god damn real life vietnam war? you better fucking believe it! the right wingers were right god is dead and trans people replaced him and now each and every inch of reality is ours

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

White Lizard from Rain World

vs.

Forced Battle from Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Forced Battle:

Lyrics (according to Spotify) for those who don't understand: I'm the bug inside you I have you back to the wall Strike with all plagues Drink of the wine of the wrath of God War broke out in Heaven I'm the bug inside you War broke out in Heaven I have you back to the wall War broke out in Heaven Strike with all plagues Do not oppose the wrath of God Fear Fear God and give glory to him For the hour of his Judgement has come to you Now When the thousand years have expired Satan will be released Judgement has come to you I'm the bug inside you I have you back to the wall Strike with all plagues Drink of the wine of the wrath of God War broke out in Heaven I'm the bug inside you War broke out in Heaven I have you back to the wall War broke out in Heaven Strike with all plagues Do not oppose the wrath of God Fear Fear God and give glory to him For the hour of his Judgement has come to you Now When the thousand years have expired Satan will be released Judgement has come to you

The amount of misinformation around is so insane. Literally no one knew the real name of the song until like 3 years ago, and this game came out in 2003. Is is “one more god rejected”? Or is it “war broke out in heaven”? No one will truly know. Still a banger of a song.

[auspex]

ranking my current and former special interests

NOTES: this is not a tier list of everything i like. in fact there are several things i spent more time on and liked just as much that aren't on this list, but i can feel when i become Abnormal about something and it becomes a special interests. explanations under the cut

from this i learned i need more special interests that aren't media, but at least my current special interest, WoD, encourages me to be creative... unfortunately i also cannot pick my special interests T_T

in text form:

S: Birds

A: World of Darkness, Mitski

B: A Song of Ice and Fire (book series); Star Wars; Maoism (plaese read explanation lmao); Animal Crossing; Darkest Dungeon; Puella Magi Madoka Magica; Portal

C: Binding of Isaac, Yuri on Ice

F: Homestuck, LoveNikki

S Birds: Pure, wonderful creatures, i want my special interest to revive instead of just loving them. like this was my first special interest i think. i love birds.... ERA: Childhood

A WoD: I know it has many issues but it gains points for A) making me do creative stuff B) bringing me out of a dark place C) gaining me wonderful internet friends and D) being current special interest. ERA: PRESENT (mid-20s)

Mitski: I'm normal about her now, but oh my god. impeccable. no notes really. shout out to mitski for being in top 10 spotify wrapped for me since 2019. and breaching top 5 a majority of those times. ERA: Late Teens, early 20s

B ASOIAF: I'm glad there's at least one meaty book series here. It loses points because of GRRM being Weird and misogynistic often, as well as Bad TV show, and being NEVER FINISHED but. im sorry. its good. ERA: Mid high school

Star Wars: By god i can watch episode iii a billion times and the novelization changed me deeply. obi wan i am still obsessed with you. however. it loses points. due to. Well. you know. Disney... :( ERA: Middle school and early high school

Maoism: OK so. thank u maoism for helping me figure out and articulate my beliefs and giving me a sense of purpose. however. i also joined a political org that turned out to be Terrible due to it. so. it loses points for that. and also while i still largely agree w/the ideology im still refiguring out my politics after that half politicalorg half cult debacle ERA: Early 20s

Animal Crossing: You saved me in high school, thank you ERA: Middle school and all of high school

Darkest Dungeon: I LOVE YOU DARKEST DUNGEONNN but it hasn't sparked any creativity, just consumption, so it is limited in that way. ERA: Mid high school

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Gorgeous show, influenced me to become an anime fan, has its issues though ERA: Early High School

Portal: Excellent game. i was indeed abnormal about it in high school. however i struggle to see where it had positive lasting impact on me, it was just kinda there. but its v good! ERA: Early high school

C Binding of Isaac: Another game that saved my in high school, however it got so many expansions and i dropped it. it loses points cause unlike the other video games in B tier, i dont think ill ever return to it, or in the case of portal, straight up isn't as good. ERA: All of high school

Yuri on Ice: This was a cringe one but it was a very strong interest by god. theres not like, anything super wrong with it, just... yeah. moving on. ERA: A brief period in early college

F Homestuck: Oh god im so sorry. so many problems. both technical and moral. let's move on again: ERA: all of high school, unfortunately

LoveNikki: The only reason why homestuck isn't bottom of the barrel is because LoveNikki caused me to waste so much money (it is a mobile game) when i was depressed. it was a money sink. oh and the way they handle dressing up darker skin tones is racist and there are some racist outfits in it. so it pisses me off. ERA: A year in early college

[pknn18]

A blog post about South Park, Chef, Issac Hayes, and Scientology

I'm already kind of preemptively looking for things to focus on for my next video while I'm still working on another script. And so I think "Oh yeah, Exploding Rabbit, what the hell happened to that guy?" It could be explained just by looking at his small Wikitubia page and his YouTube. And while there's obviously.a way to turn it into a short video, it honestly was just kind of lame and even deflating seeing what happened explained so plainly.

Now, I have a better idea for a essay and an excuse to be a dork about something other than video games. Issac Hayes, South Park, and his exit from South Park along with his character's exit. Because upon kind of reluctantly revisiting the episode where Chef is killed off, "The Return of Chef"

Holy shit, this is one spitefully made episode, like Matt and Trey don't just assassinates Chef's character for the plot and thinly veiled Scientology reference, they fucking nuke it until it's turned into ash and soot. Like, this is probably more of their more vitriolic driven episodes besides "Mecha-Streisand" and "The Biggest Douche in The Universe". They're very clearly mad at Hayes' departure from Scientology, perhaps they found it insulting considering the show Hayes was signed up for. 

In the episode, Chef had left South Park, depicted in a "Previously on.." sequence that doesn't actually continue off of anything, very funny. Some time later, he returns to the town, but something's off about him. For starters, they didn't get Hayes to record new audio for Chef, for obvious reasons. Instead, they make him speak with comically spliced archive audio from over the years. Oh yeah, also he's a pedophile now. He joined a club named the Super Adventure Club, which is a club for: pedophiles. And also a less than thinly veiled stand-in for Scientology, with Hayes being Chef.

 Later in the episode, Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny manage to undo Chef's brainwashing from the Super Adventure Club, but SAC - I'm calling them that now - manages to re-brainwash him. This pisses off God, aka Matt and Trey, and as Chef crosses the bridge back to SAC, a lightning bolt hits the bridge, causing it to break and for Chef to fall to his death. 

This death is probably one of the most brutal and vicious in the entire series and is pretty much the peak of this episode’s treatment of the Chef character. However, It is followed up by a rather touching eulogy from Kyle at Chef's funeral that serves as a message that although Chef, or rather, Hayes, is no longer on the show, his character will still be remembered by the townspeople and by extension, the audience. Then they cut to a Star Wars prequel parody and SAC turns Chef into Darth Chef so he can diddle more kids.

This is a really harsh way for them to depart with the character and Hayes and I have the suspicion they didn't immediately know the truth behind his departure at the time.

He suffered a stroke in 2006 which left him very shaken mentally to say the least. Scientology, the absolute fucking scumbags they are, took advantage of them and basically told him to quit, which he did while not in sound mind at the time. This all comes from his son, Issac Hayes III, who revealed all of this information ten years after The Return of Chef aired in 2016. This information would also reveal that Matt and Trey were aware of some funny business, though whether they knew as they were writing the script for The Return of Chef, I couldn't tell you. Tragically, Issac Hayes passed away in 2008. And just as bad, it's unfortunately, it's quite likely Scientology had something to do with Hayes' death. 

When his body was found, it was next to a treadmill that was still running. A victim of a stroke running a treadmill raises some questions. Ordinarily, one would see a neurologist and a psychiatrist for a thing like a fucking STROKE. But one of the things that we know about Scientology that we probably weren't supposed to know initially is that they make you sign a form prohibiting "psychiatric or mental assistance". This specific quote is from Roger Friedman's article where he explains Issac Hayes' history with Scientology, but this was also common knowledge by the time that article was written and published. Not only that, but Scientology even has a page discussing why they're against psychiatry, but I'm not giving them traffic. Anyway, most likely Scientology placed Issac under some strange kind of workout routine just so he wouldn't run to a neurologist or psychiatrist.

It is absolutely depressing what cults can do individuals as it did in this instance. They try to chip away at that individual's personality so that they act in only the cult's best interest. This can affect relationships, personal or business, which of course ruins the individual's life. But that won't matter because if all goes well, their life belongs to the cult. Yeah, this is a "no shit" string of texts but I just wanted to reiterate: Scientology' fucking suckssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

I do apologize if this blog post isn't perfect - this swelled from what happened in the beginning and I just kinda kept going. This was done in a day, and not in a very long period of time. This is essentially just a organized infodump. If you actually fucking read this however, thank you.

Also yeah I watched the hbomberguyvideo I might've absorbed some of his style in the process OOPS-

[sp-epari-digitalmedia]

God of War: Decrypting Kratos

BLOG 5: SIGNS AND SEMIOTICS BEHIND GAME CHARACTERS

God of War: Ghost of Sparta was the game that first got me interested in video games. It was an immersive experience that not only introduced me to console gaming but also made me fall in love with this enthralling medium. One character stood out above the rest with unmatched force amidst the suspenseful plot and fierce action: Kratos. His appearance on screen served as more than just a decorative element; it also served as a spark for my developing passion for video games.

Kratos, with his intense presence, left me curious. I wanted to dig deeper, beyond the cool fights and epic adventures, to understand what made him tick. Where did his name come from? Why did he look the way he did? What hidden meanings were behind the colors and symbols that defined him? I decided to take a closer look through the lens of semiotics, examining the signs and symbols that make up his character.

About the Character

Kratos, the central protagonist in the popular game series "God of War," leads a spectrum of nine titles: God of War Betrayal, God of War Ascension, God of War Ghost of Sparta, God of War Chains of Olympus, God of War I, II, III, God of War 2018, God of War Ragnarok, and God of War Ragnarok Valhalla.

The genesis of Kratos's character witnessed a noticeable shift in 2018, not only transitioning from Greek to Norse mythology but also marking a substantial evolution in his personality. In his earlier depictions, Kratos showcases unbridled rage, an unrelenting force shaped by the profound losses of his wife, children, mother, friend and his long-lost brother. The paradigm shift surfaced in a more contemplative and rational Kratos, departing from the archetypal rage-fueled spartan we had come to know.

This transformation extends beyond a mere alteration in mythological backdrop. It signifies a profound metamorphosis in character. No longer solely defined by unbridled fury, Kratos, in his evolution, unfolds as a multidimensional figure, portraying a depth and complexity that belies his initial portrayal.

Academic Standpoint

Fiske in his study, "Introduction to Communication Studies", mentions that media is not always direct. He breaks media comprehension into 2:

Denotation: This classification is the literal meaning of the media. It is simply the direct translation of what is visible to the audience. (Fiske, 2010)

Connotation: This classification is the hidden meaning of the media. It is the intended meaning behind what is visible to the audience. (Fiske, 2010)

To decrypt the character, I am going to use this study. In order to keep it comprehendible I am going to take Kratos from 2018 edition onwards.

Semiotics in Character Design

Name & Origin

The name of the character is Kratos.

Kratos is a Greek word that means Strength. Additionally, Kratos is also the name of the Greek god of strength.

Color Thematic

The character constitutes of the selected palette of colors.

From right to left:

#660000: Dark Red

#922929: Indian Red

#F2F3F4: Anti-Flash White

#A9A9A9: Dark Gray

#1B1B1B: Eerie Black

Dark Red is the color normally associated with emotion or rage and also the color of blood. Indian Red is color made in the honor of Red Indians symbolizing brotherhood and friendship. Anti-Flash White is a type of white. White color is often associated with purity and godliness. Dark Gray has a lot of negative emotions associated with it including fear, frustration, gloominess and mourning. Eerie Black is the color of mystery and death.

Other References

Scarred Eye

Scarred eye is a warrior like feature, often representing strength and resilience.

Ashed Skin

Ashed skin is often linked with the supernatural and the energy to connect with it.

Kratos's Tattoo

Kratos's tattoo is actually a replica of his brother's birthmark symbolizing his love and endless pursuit for his lost brother.

Shoulder Guards

Shoulder Guards showcase the burden and responsibility that one bears.

Character Development

Paradigm shift in the Pesonality

In the documentary Raising Kratos, Corey Barlog mentions that Kratos represented his phases of life. Kratos earlier was rageful and aggressive and was the symbolism of his teenage. The new Kratos was symbolizing his adulthood phase highlighting his joy of becoming a father.

Overall Representation

The name Kratos means strength is a direct remark on the character symbolizing his strength is unparalleled even though he is not completely a god in the beginning and is not really the god of strength but takes over the mantle of God of war.

The colors represent the building blocks of the character. The Dark Red is the emotional state of the character which is anger and bloodlust. Kratos being a father, general and initially a brother justifies Indian Red in his palette. Being a god Anti-Flash White is the perfect representation of his status. The color Dark Gray sets his emotional tonality too, he has lost quite a lot of people in his life and the color represents mourning, gloominess and frustration. The color black is the color of death that he himself is surrounded with or is the reason for.

Features like scarred eye, ashed skin, body tattoo and shoulder add different layers to the characters. It shows that he fills the shoes of many roles from a soldier, mourner, seeker and an avenger.

There is an additional dimension to the character as it is the direct reflection of the creator's emotional state.

Conclusion

Kratos is quite a complex character and has many dimensions to it. He is filled with various hidden meanings and that information is quite easy to miss out. Overall, Kratos has a rich history, and the design of the character symbolizes that quite impressively.

References

Fiske, J. (2010) Introduction to communication studies, Routledge eBooks. https://doi.org/10.4324/9780203837382.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Pssst hey poke poke wanna rant about Diablo II is it any good Iv been considering getting into the series

Absolutely!!!!!!!

Oh my fucking God, ok ok ok...

So. I love it.

Diablo II remastered is my favorite in the series, and I can't even verbalize how much of a fucking gremlin I become over this game, bro. Dude. Okay so. Hot takes, coming in, but the second one is my favorite in terms of art design, gameplay, and overall vibe. It's also a pain in my ass. But a good pain lol.

In terms of playability, something a lot of people complain about with older games is the lack of explanation for a lot of gameplay mechanics (not just Diablo, if you play older games you probably know what I'm talking about), so the first two games even remastered can feel sluggish, unnecessarily difficult, and confusing. Which are very valid criticisms, I don't side with gamers who complain about new games coddling their players however. Straight up, the horadric cube in D2 doesn't have an instruction manual. Bless the internet.

Diablo 1 and 2 have just an incredible atmosphere and artistic design. It's dark fantasy. The angels are sick as fuck. The cover art; o r g a s m i c. Like,

And for some people who didn't grow up playing Diablo II, the learning curve is really steep. But I enjoy it! I love starting new characters and then deleting them again because I found a better build. Experimenting without looking up guides for point allocation and gear.

This is the cover art for Diablo II: Resurrected.

This is how I want to feel going into my fights. This is my enemy. Sexy as hell. I would recommend this game, it's one of my all time favorites. The characters are connected through your battlenet account, so if you buy the game for your Xbox and for the Switch as I did, you play your same game. Which is probably a no brainer for people who played video games for a lot longer than me, but I didn't have a console until I was in my twenties.

If you ever get this game, and wanna cry when encountering the first boss, I will give you my ultimate guide to how this dumbass cheesed their way through the encounter without dying ❤️

Also, secret level, near the beginning of the game you go through a portal and you can pick up a dead guy's artificial leg. Keep it. Later, you can use it with the horadric cube to unlock the best fucking level of all goddamn time. 🐮

Now, the other games... Diablo III.

The gameplay was way too easy (for me at least). After the first boss the story gets better, but everything about the third game is super different.. It's art is super stylized. It feels cartoonish in the lineup. It isn't dark, even with the body horror and literal demons, because everything feels colorful. It's the anime inspired fantasy roleplay version of the grim dark heavy metal fantasy games. I liked the story, because I was so invested in Diablo II that I needed to experience what came next, and I don't regret playing it, it was fun, but it didn't have that replayability factor imo. That's just me though.

Before anyone complains, yes I played RoS and Death was sick as fuck, these are just my silly little opinions playing the games. But like, it just didn't frustrate me, or make me feel like I was in a life and death war. But, if you like power play fantasies, Diablo III: Reaper of Souls, necromancer broken as fuck. Kept having to raise the difficulty while playing because I blasted through everything.

Before I go on, you know that trope where angels are dicks? Cuz these games are full of angels that are huge dicks. Best angel in the entire series is in the third game, he's the best character, I won't say his name because they act like it's supposed to be a surprise that he's an angel but ahshgsjsj..... I replay for him, and Diablo, but other than that it's only fun to play with someone who hasn't experienced it yet so I can vicariously feel their enjoyment. If that makes sense.

And my ultimate disappointment, Diablo IV.

The story is awesome. The cut scenes are cinematic. Lilith is superb. They went back to the same dark realistic atmosphere of pre D3.

I'm just really bitter about microtransaction hell, season passes in a game that just came out and was so pricey, and end game content that felt like a chore instead of a game.

It was super rewarding the first playthrough, don't get be wrong! The story was so fun, and the monsters were delightful bastards. They brought back the Butcher from part three, but unlike in D3, he was a huge asshole in D4, sunnova bitch lol

The game was so fun until we got to the end game and season of the malignant.. the developers keep arguing with the community whenever they bring up valid criticisms instead of addressing what's lacking. I wish the game wasn't so expensive, because I would recommend it if it was just a fun game..? I liked it, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the developers do something better with season passes or with future dlc expansions.

I hate real world currency in game shops and a lot of season passes. DLCs I understand. I like. But a season pass that's ridiculously expensive on top of an already pricey game that doesn't add enough new content for actual gameplay and instead makes you grind for a new horse skin? And grinding.

Ugh. I still really enjoyed it, but I can't in good conscience recommend it because the price makes me feel guilty. It's great, until you beat the game. It's open world, but the missions are limited, and the grind isn't rewarding. Again, crossing my fingers they make it more fun with future updates.

Such a bad bitch. Fucking love her. Mommy. The initial game is great. Just not for that price. Open world games should be playable forever, and that's what D4 promised, they just didn't deliver.

Sorry if this is a mess, I'm about to fall asleep ❤️ but yeah, I fucking love this series, even when I don't. The story and characters and the atmosphere when it's there.

[alpydk]

Hello my angst loving friend! 🫂

What is your favourite book - or if it's a struggle to choose one, what are your top 5?

Thank you for the ask. <3

Top 5 books... there are so many good ones, so I'll give in no particular order. - Expect waffling and the blurbs for each and a favourite line from each.

Battle Royale - Koushun Takami

"A class of junior high school students is taken to a deserted island where, as part of a ruthless authoritarian program, they are provided arms and forced to kill one another until only one survivor is left standing."

It's vicious, it's graphic. I've read this book so many times from cover to cover and it's just a good every damn time. I recommend everyone read this, the movie is so close to it which I love but the characters become so much more impactful.

“You all have your own distinct personal backgrounds. Of course some of you come from rich families, some from poor families. But circumstances beyond your control like that shouldn’t determine who you are. You must all realize what you’re worth on your own.”

John Dies at the End - David Wong

"My name is David Wong. My best friend is John. Those names are fake. You might want to change yours. You may not want to know about the things you'll read on these pages, about the sauce, about Korrock, about the invasion, and the future. But it's too late. You touched the book. You're in the game. You're under the eye. It is crucial you keep one thing in mind: none of this is my fault."

I read this when it was a pdf/text doc online during my job in a call centre. The book is a wild ride of drugs, sanity questioning, and shit that you'll remember suddenly when you least expect it.

“Let's say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don't worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you're the one who shot him.”

I have no mouth and I must scream - Harlan Ellison

"The story is set against the backdrop of World War III, where a sentient supercomputer named AM, born from the merging of the world's major defense computers, eradicates humanity except for five individuals. These survivors—Benny, Gorrister, Nimdok, Ted, and Ellen—are kept alive by AM to endure endless torture as a form of revenge against their creators. The story unfolds through the eyes of Ted, the narrator, detailing their perpetual misery and quest for canned food in AM's vast, underground complex, only to face further despair."

I can't even remember where I came across this. Probably @s--mine and the video game? Either way you want angst, this is it through and through. There is no happy ending, there is no saviour mary sue. There is only pain and gods will I go through it again and again. Truly a masterpiece.

“The explanations a writer gives himself for having written any particular book are more often not the real reasons why that book has been written. Honesty is not the issue. Understanding is. A man does not write one novel at a time or even one quatrain at a time. He is engaged in the long process of putting his whole life on paper. He is on a journey and he is reporting in: ‘This is where I think I am and this is what this place looks like today.’” The”

Blindness - Jose Saramago

"A city is hit by an epidemic of "white blindness" that spares no one. Authorities confine the blind to an empty mental hospital, but there the criminal element holds everyone captive, stealing food rations, and assaulting women. There is one eyewitness to this nightmare who guides her charges—among them a boy with no mother, a girl with dark glasses, a dog of tears—through the barren streets, and their procession becomes as uncanny as the surroundings are harrowing."

I initially saw the movie of this with Mark Ruffalo and Julianne Moore and fell in love with it. No characters have names, they only have the actions they play in the story. The layout of the book is written in such a unique way that almost makes it difficult to read, but it's a work of art through and through. Again an awful lot of angst. I know what I like and it's all psychological. If you're not up for reading it, I 100% recommend the movie because Julianne Moore blows it out of the fucking water with her character.

“…the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.”

1984 - George Orwell

"Hidden away in the Record Department of the sprawling Ministry of Truth, Winston Smith skilfully rewrites the past to suit the needs of the Party. Yet he inwardly rebels against the totalitarian world he lives in, which demands absolute obedience and controls him through the all-seeing telescreens and the watchful eye of Big Brother, symbolic head of the Party. In his longing for truth and liberty, Smith begins a secret love affair with a fellow-worker Julia, but soon discovers the true price of freedom is betrayal."

A classic that I recommend to everyone. It needs to be read, question your surroundings, question what the government force feeds you day in day out. Do no accept anything but what you feel for that is the only thing that is ever really true. I devoured this book in less than a day, it's online as a pdf so go find it. There are no excuses for having not read this,

“Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.”

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My partner says I put to much into this but what do they know. I enjoy talking about books and movies and games. (I like talking.)

Shout outs to other books not on the list:

The Combat K series When Hitler stole pink rabbit Lullaby Children of men We need to talk about Kevin The Witcher Series Do androids dream of electric sheep? The fifth mountain And so many many more I have on my shelves.

[fallloverfic]

(Sorry if you get this ask 2 times, my device is lagging pretty badly..)

It is sometimes said, about another god, Wepwawet, that his father is Seth. But Wepwawet isn’t even present in Ennead, (yet?). Some are saying this is because he will appear, to be Seth and Horus’s child. May I ask what you think of and or believe in this theory, and if you don’t, what you think of why Wepwawet isn’t present?

I only saw one ask so you're fine <3

The answers to this that I can share are complicated, and I am not a historian, theologian, Egyptologist, or mythology expert, particularly with Wepwawet, nor am I a member of Kemetism (the religion that worships the Egyptian gods), but I shall do my best. I also only joined the fandom in late 2021, and ENNEAD began around 2017/maybe a little earlier, so my knowledge of fandom history prior to my joining it is based on what I've dug up and asked other fans from that time. So just take what I write with many, many, many grains of salt.

The mythology

I'm not sure where you're looking, but a lot of people in fandom rely on Wikipedia, which lists Seth and Nephthys as Wepwawet's parents. I don't know where Wikipedia got that from, other than, at least in some instances in the mythology, Wepwawet is claimed to be a child of Nephthys (not with Seth, purely Nephthys alone), and Nephthys was sometimes married to Seth (so people assume that Nephthys had a child with her husband, Seth, which, as we know, is not true in ENNEAD in re: Anubis). I read one of the articles the Wikipedia page cites, which is Wepwawet in Context: A Reconsideration of the Jackal Deity and Its Role in the Spatial Organization of the North Abydos Landscape from Journal of the American Research Center in Egypt (2007) by Mary-Ann Pouls Wegner, which, to my recollection, doesn't mention his parentage at all, or at least doesn't mention Seth (but if you make a free account of JSTOR, you can read the article in full for free and see yourself, I would highly recommend it, it's a neat article). But the Wikipedia page for Wepwawet also cites a wiki for Crusader Kings III, a video game, without saying something like "here's where he shows up in a video game" or something, so I don't particularly trust the people who made the Wikipedia page if they for some reason are incorporating random video game fanwikis into their stuff rather than just historians and archaeologists.

From a general search elsewhere, there's no clear indication of who his parents are. Jenny Hill's page on Wepwawet doesn't mention Sutekh/Set/Seth at all in the article, though she notes that Wepwawet's origin and family changed over time as belief systems changed and merged, like all the gods, as groups of people came together through marriage, trade, war, etc. He has apparently been noted at times as the father and/or brother of Anpu/Anubis, the son of Osiris and Nephthys, the son of Isis, sometimes even with connections to Horus... It just depends. He's also sometimes viewed as a sort of parallel to Anubis and Osiris (The Complete Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Egypt by Richard H. Wilkinson (2003) 191-2). Since Anubis is sometimes viewed as a child of Seth, so too is Wepwawet (though as we know in ENNEAD, being Anubis' brother doesn't de facto make you Seth's child, as Anubis and Horus are half-brothers through their father Osiris, and both are Seth's biological nephews, not his biological sons). He's also sometimes connected to Ra.

In sum: there really isn't anything I can find, from a historical and mythological standpoint, about Wepwawet specifically being Seth's child in mythology (other than by association with Nephthys and/or Anubis), let alone Horus' child and/or Horus' child with Seth. This is not particularly relevant for fanworks or fan theories or ENNEAD, all of which can do whatever they want, but that's what I found.

The fandom perception

One thing to know about this fandom is that mpreg is popular in it, as are child OCs (and, to a degree, omegaverse, but not all omegaverse has mpreg and not all mpreg is omegaverse, nor did omegaverse originate the concept of mpreg). Many folks in the fandom latch onto any character, particularly actual gods they can find who might somehow be Seth's child so they can have Seth have more children/actual biological children (particularly children who are gods). Any commentary from fans that Wepwawet will appear in the manhwa, possibly because he hasn't yet, is honestly baseless speculation and wishful thinking and or them talking about their own fanworks without making it clear. I don't think he's ever been mentioned anywhere in the manhwa, and so far as I am aware, Mojito has never commented on it. If Mojito has mentioned Wepwawet somewhere, particularly in context of his showing up in the manhwa, either I've just not seen it or it has otherwise been lost to her mass deletion of most of her public social media presence outside her twitter account some years ago.

Wepwawet is popular in fandom I think because:

Anubis is popular and Wepwawet is often associated with him

The idea of Anubis having a brother with similar abilities is popular, especially if Wepwawet is a rival/otherwise makes Anubis jealous/can work as a teacher

The idea of Anubis having a brother, older or younger, is popular, or even possibly being a twin

People like dogs

People like how it's sort of a black-and-white thing because Wepwawet has a sort of opposite color scheme to Anubis (to differentiate them in art)

People just like Wepwawet as a mythological figure, some also worship him

There are just a lot of reasons this character in particular is popular in fandom, particularly as a child OC for fanworks. Generally, though, he's not the most popular fan child (that's usually the Four Sons of Horus or fully made-up characters, though I admit I don't really keep track of it).

I have seen no indication that Mojito plans to have Seth and Horus be parents of anyone (other than Seth being Anubis' father, and maybe a cat dad; he's friendly with the three human children he's met, but there's a difference between being a protector god/being friendly with children, and being a father). Horuseth being parents, either through adoption or mpreg, is popular in fanworks, often due to folks liking/knowing of The Contendings of Horus and Seth, which is from 1147 BCE, and features a story of Horus and Seth fighting, wherein Seth eats Horus' semen and later during a trial, Thoth (in some versions) is born (often from Seth's forehead). ENNEAD!Osiris preparing to impregnate Seth by feeding him the power of creation (which Osiris did not actually accomplish because he was interrupted by his own lust and Seth in S01E42, and then he used the power on himself in S01E48), has only encouraged a chunk of fandom's desire for mpreg. That both the mythological Seth and Horus, depending on the story, have a variety of kids to pick from (but usually not with each other, outside maybe Thoth) only helps.

Allegedly, Mojito said there would be no more about mpreg in the manhwa than what Osiris attempted, though I'm not sure where she said it, under what context, or what she specifically said. Mojito's alleged words here are from fandom repetition (what people in fandom have told me, and I believe what they were told by other people; the Discord I first learned this in is locked and was dying when I left it some years ago). What we do know is that the universe has a built-in rule that male gods cannot create children, only female gods can, because only female gods have the power of creation (S01E48, S01E70, S02E78). As Osiris is the god of life, and even he couldn't get around this rule without trading Nephthys for her power of creation, I don't know how exactly Horus would get around it in canon (heck, we honestly don't even know if Osiris' plan would have been successful, given he failed a lot (S02E78)). In my own mpreg fanfic with Horuseth, I just messed around with it because Horus is a sun god (like Ra) and so Just That Special and Seth is a shapeshifter, and Horus got messed around with the magic mirror, which has (in the fanfic), Hathor's magic on it. (and Wepwawet is not in that story, Horuseth's child is someone else). But I don't honestly believe that or anything similar to it will happen in canon. Otherwise, I just did the one eggpreg story by doing a Venom crossover, which doesn't rely on the rules of ENNEAD, as Seth is human and Horus is an alien parasite.

But regardless of what Mojito said, that doesn't stop the fact that mpreg is at least presented as a possibility in the story, and that encourages folks to wish for more, especially as it's been years and maybe her opinions on the matter changed.

In sum: there is no evidence Mojito will add Wepwawet in any capacity to the manhwa, let alone as a child of Horuseth, or Seth alone, and little to none she will add in mpreg or make Horuseth parents. Wepwawet as an OC of sorts in varying capacities is a relatively popular fan conceit, though.

My thoughts on the theories/fanworks

Folks are free to imagine whatever they want for headcanons! Folks have fun making child OCs and writing mpreg stories, and I wish them the best of luck (I had fun with my own mpreg and eggpreg stories, though I don't have more planned). This particular fan idea of Wepwawet as either the child of Seth and/or the child of Horuseth is, unfortunately, not my cup of tea. It also has no basis in canon, very little if any in the mythology I'm aware of, and Mojito has not hinted at it being a thing, now or ever, so I think it is extremely unlikely to happen in canon. I also honestly hope it doesn't happen in canon, purely because Horuseth having babies/children outside my brief time with the idea in the fanfic I wrote (mostly as a writing challenge) is not something I'm into, but if Mojito writes it, I'm sure it'll be interesting.

For folks who love it, though, there are a number of people who are into it, so that's awesome for folks who like it and want fanworks of it!

I actually think Wepwawet sort of gets referenced in See You My King, an unrelated boys love manhua by Wen Yuan that sometimes uses Egyptian mythology as a base, as Mohemisi (who has dark hair) is very aligned with Anubis (and Horus), and he has an older brother, Hattsutter, who has white hair, so it's possible Wen Yuan is using the story of Anubis and Wepwawet as brothers.

Hattsutter was also reborn as "Anubis" (with the help of a human clearly masquerading as Seth), who is made out of white energy. But SYMK focuses on different mythology (when it does so at all), and Anubis is much more central to the narrative as Mohemisi is one of the leads and the sole love interest for the protagonist, whereas Anubis in ENNEAD is a side character and non-principal love interest of the story protagonist. But if people want Wepwawet stuff... well, it's sort of there, I suppose?

Why I think Wepwawet is not present in the manhwa

The simple answers: Wepwawet is not present in the manhwa because Egyptian history and mythology is huge and Mojito cannot include everything as that is literally impossible, and the story is also not about him so it's less likely he'll show up.

We as humans struggle to comprehend just how long Egypt has existed in some form. It is thousands of years old (there's a viral post floating around tumblr somewhere about how ancient it is). It has a great number of gods and immortal beings in its culture and mythology and many, many stories about them, many of which we only have fragments of, but we sure do have a lot of them. It is quite literally impossible for one manhwa to focus on all of them, particularly when the manhwa is focusing on Horus and Seth, not every god in existence. Mojito is writing a boys love comic, not a history of Egyptian mythology. Hamish Steele actually did a robust job in trying to cobble together a graphic novel that covered a great deal of the known myths in all their often conflicting glory (again, different gods were worshiped different ways over time: e.g., Horus and Seth have been brothers and uncle/nephew and completely unrelated; also there are many falcon gods named Horus). And even Steele couldn't cover everything (I don't think Wepwawet is in there, either), and he accomplished his work mostly through humor and not focusing overmuch on any particular character (though much time is given to Seth, Isis, and Horus), whereas ENNEAD is more focused on drama (albeit with humorous moments). So again: Wepwawet is likely not in ENNEAD because Mojito cannot cover everything, and the number of things she has chosen to cover simply does not include him, at least not yet. That doesn't mean she won't, but it doesn't mean she will, either. He's not the only Egyptian immortal being who hasn't shown up in some form.

Wepwawet is also likely not in the story because the story is not about him. He is not closely connected to Horuseth, he is connected to, if anyone, Anubis, and sometimes Nephthys and Osiris. If he shows up, it will likely be as a shadow figure or side character with no lines, as a number of other gods have seemingly showed up, like in S01E20 and a few other places:

(The assumption is this is showing gods like Serket, Ptah, Sebek, Seshat, Min or Amun, Anukhet, and some other gods surrounding Isis in the middle)

It's a way for Mojito to incorporate more mythology without dedicating a ton of story time to it, and keeping the focus on the central cast. Though considering the similarities in their silhouettes, he'd probably just show, if he does at all, as a side character in color, so the audience can tell it's not Anubis.

If there is a trip to Duat, I think Wepwawet may show up in some form. He may not. Who knows! He could show up as a mentor for Anubis, an ally in Duat, or something else. He also might not show up at all because two jackal gods is kind of confusing, and he could overshadow Anubis. We already have a prevalence of cat gods (e.g., Tefnut, Sekhmet, Bastet). But that Mojito is willing to include similar gods does show she'd potentially be willing to show other gods similar to Anubis.

That was long, but that's all my thoughts on that. Thank you for asking <3

[reckless-rider]

A list no one asked for! Anyway a list of all the Wilhelm Screams found in media according to IMDB Part 1.

Happy Family

1000 Ways to Die

16 Blocks

2.0

21 Jump Street

22 Jump Street

30 Days of Night 

Lost  (S5.E6) 

51

6:66 PM

A Christmas Story Christmas 

A Day to Die

A Dog’s Way Home

A Goofy Movie

A Simple Request

Simpsons (S32.E10)

A Star Is Born

Abominable 

Accepted 

Agent Cody Banks

Ainoat oikeat

Aladdin (2019)

Aladdin (1992)

Alex Cross

Dexter: Early Cuts (S1.E2)

The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle (S1.E14) 

Aloha

Always

American Hero

Manipulated by Fingers

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy 

The Angry Birds Movie

Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie

Animator vs. Animation V

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (S3.E8)

Arctic Dogs 

Are We Done Yet?

Assignment to Kill

Astro Boy

Asterix: The Secret of the Magic Potions

Atomic Blonde

Avatar 

Avengers: Infinity War

April and the Extraordinary World 

Game of Thrones (S1.E9)

Leap!

Barbie in a Mermaid Tale 2

Barbie in the Pink Shoes

Batman Returns

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

Battle Creek Brawl

Baywatch 

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Money Heist (S2.E6)

Ben 10: Race Against Time 

Beta Test

Clarence (S3.E12)

Bionicle: The Legend Reborn

Black Sheep

Mythbusters (S9.E6)

Family Guy (S6.E1)

Bolt

House (S7.E15)

Bon Bini Holland

Borrowed Time

Bounty Killer

Brainstorming 

Bratz

Calamity Jane: Wild West Legend

Captain America: The First Avenger 

Cars

Cars 2

Lupin (S2.E5)

Stars Wars: Clone Wars (S2.E7)

Stars Wars: Clone Wars (S3.E4)

The Book of Boba Fett (S1.E7)

Chisum

Stars Wars: Clone Wars (S3.E20)

Clash of the Titans

Clifford the Big Red Dog 

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2

Colin 

Fast & Furious Spy Racers (S2.E4)

Amphibia (S3.E11)

Blindspot (S2.E5)

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Corto Maltese (S1.E1)

Community (S3.E18)

Cowboys & Aliens

Cradle 2 the Grave 

Crawlspace

Fantasy Island (S4.E8)

Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (S1.E2)

Community (S2.E18)

Dragon Wars: D-War

DOA: Dead or Alive

Daddy’s Home

Daddy’s Perfect Little Girl 

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (S7.E7)

Dante’s Peak

Agency of Vengeance: Dark Rising 

Date Movie

Day & Night

De film van Dylan Haegens

Deadpool 2

Lego Star Wars: All-Stars (S1.E3)

Death Proof

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (S2.E20)

Two Is a Family

Despicable Me

Despicable Me 2

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days 

The Goldfish 

Die Hard with a Vengeance 

DieRy

Dinocroc vs. Supergator

Dinoshark

Drawn Together (S1.E6)

Distant Drums

District 9

Django Unchained 

Community (S3.E8)

Doom

Littlest Pet Shop (S1.E23)

Down by the Riverside 

Due Date 

Galavant (S1.E6)

Blizzards of Souls

Maverick (S3.E10)

Ein Rabe namens Poe

Elf: Buddy’s Musical Christmas

Encanto

Enchanted 

Star Trek Phase II (S1.E6)

Enthiran

Community (S2.E6)

Toren C (S2.E2)

Maverick (S2.E6)

Evening Class

Ever After High: Dragon Games

Everything Wrong with… (S9.E100)

Everything Wrong with… (S10.E105)

Everything Wrong with… (S4.E24)

Regular Show (S4.E1)

Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (S1.E1)

Explorers 

Extinct

Outlander (S3.E13)

F9: The Fast Saga 

Face Eater 

Fantastic Four

Feast 

Feels Good Man

Doom Patrol (S2.E5)

Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (S1.E4)

Flushed Away 

Regular Show (S6.E16)

Freddy vs. Ghostbusters

Free Guy

Fresh 

The Simpsons (S28.E2)

The Loud House (S1.E2)

Community (S5.E5)

Getaway

Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance 

Ghost Rock

Ghosted 

God of War

God of War III

Golden Dreams

Grabbers

CSI: NY (S1.E4)

Gremlins 2: The New Batch

Grey Eyes

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

SMG4 (S6.E36)

Guns Akimbo

Family Guy (S20.E14)

Hacksaw Ridge 

Halo Wars

Hancock

Hardcore Henry 

Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle

Harper 

Hellboy 

Star Wars: Rebels (S3.E5)

Hercules 

The Boys (S3.E6)

Schnitzel Paradise 

Hillary’s America: The Secret History of the Democratic Party 

Epic Rap Battles of History (S3.E1)

Hitman: Agent 47

Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu (S1.E2)

Home Team

Masters of Horror (S1.E6)

Homefront

How 13 Props are Made for Movies and TV

How It Should Have Ended (S9.E2)

How It Should Have Ended (S8.E18)

Howard the Duck

A Frozen Rooster

I Am David

Impasse

In a Valley of Violence

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Indiana Jones and the Staff of Kings

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Inglourious Basterds 

Injustice 

Inspector Gadget (S2.E26)

Community (S2.E17)

Ultimate Spider-Man (S2.E12)

Jason and the Argonauts

Jiu Jitsu 

Jumanji: The Next Level

Juno

Just Visiting 

Justice 

Katy Perry: Roar

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic (S3.E10)

Keeping Up with the Joneses

Kill Bill: Vol. 1

Cyanide and Happiness Shorts (S1.E140)

Kill Possible 

Nostalgia Critic (S12.E28)

King Kong

Kingdom of Heaven

Klitschko

Knight Rider (S1.E3)

Steven Universe (S4.E2)

Knowing

From Up on Poppy Hill

Kung Fu Panda

Lego Star Wars Summer Vacation 

Dogmatix and the Indomitables (S1.E15)

Land of the Pharaohs

Tad: The Lost Explorer

The Legend of Hallowaiian

Legends of Oz: Dorothy’s Return

Legion of Iron

Lego Beyond Worlds

Lego Marvel Super Heroes: Maximum Overload

Lego the Lord of the Rings: The Video Game

Leprechaun 6: Back 2 Tha Hood

Lethal Weapon 2

Lethal Weapon 4

License to Wed