#hunter kowalski

[artisthoi]

in the clurb we all fam or whatever kids these days r saying

theres like no way station fanart so i had to lock in (also vaguely inspired by @/ fluffyfurbie on insta and i cant find a tumblr for them so </3)

[intergalactic-garbage]

Thalia: As Luke always used to say: if a cop handcuffs you to a bike rack, there's always something you can gnaw through. Hunter Kowalski: Your brother always said that?

[holly-natnicole]

Zoë Nightshade: "An animal sanctuary is under threat from deforestation. Hunters of Artemis, assemble!!"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "I'm in."

Celyn Glynn: "Me as well."

Thalia Chase: "Thank God!! I was standing still for, like, 5 minutes and it was awful. Lets do this."

Reyna de la Fuerza: "Already working on a plan."

Josephine-x-Hemithea Sanders (it's Jo's surname which Emmie took upon them getting married to each other): "I changed my mind. I'm out."

Rosebay Fytó (a dryáda whose plant form is Nerium oleander): "What?"

Hemithea-x-Josephine Sanders: *hugging Georgina and each other* "Sorry..."

Edessa Waterfalls (a naïáda whose water form is the Edessa Waterfalls): "Do I have to go?"

Bianca di Angelo: "Yes!!"

Phoebe Iliofáneia: "Who do I get to fight?"

Zoë Nightshade: "Wait, why do you get to be the leader?"

Thalia Chase: "Because I am the leader."

Phoebe Iliofáneia: "Can I fight you?"

Thalia Chase: "We're on the same team. Where's Hippolytus?"

Hippolytus Toxótis: "I got lost. Are everyone else there?"

Naomi Levi: "I work alone."

Bianca di Angelo: "Have you ever tried talking to the mortal humans? You know, maybe they just need to feel heard."

Rosebay Fytó: "So, after this fight, does anyone want to go to Taco Bell?"

Hunter Kowalski: "Ooh, that sounds great!!"

Hemithea Sanders: "That's not gonna be necessary, because I already made sandwiches."

Bianca di Angelo: "I forgot to ask. Are we getting paid for this?"

Phoebe Iliofáneia: "You all couldn't handle me."

Zoë Nightshade: "I should be the leader."

Thalia Chase: "Well, you're not. What's the plan?"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "I worked out a 14-page branching decision tree for our offensive strategy."

Thalia Chase: "That's... a lot."

Josephine Sanders: "How's my suit look?"

Hemithea Sanders: "Looking good from here." *clicks mouth flirtatiously*

Thalia Chase: "All right, lets go!!"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "I got the culprit."

Zoë Nightshade & Thalia Chase: "What??!!"

Reyna de la Fuerza: "Yeah, you were taking too long and I wanted to fight. You wanna fight about it?"

Bianca di Angelo: "...So, Taco Bell?"

Beatrice Hortensius (biological daughter of a demigod and a dryáda): "Yes!!"

Hemithea Sanders: "I made sandwiches!!"

[cabin10diaries]

soo. hear me out. right. echo and calypso band au

echo, like calypso, eventually got rescued by leo (like, idk, maybe they were flying nearby so memories sort of happened and leo was like. hey i could Totally help her now !! or smth) and her curse is taken away as well

she now has her voice back. calypso and her have lives ahead of them, and they have only each other to understand what theyve gone through (eternal curses by gods)

echo wants to make use of her voice again, and calypso wants Something in her life. so. band !!! of course, a band is more fun with more people. so. they get 3 more people: hunter, leo, shel. piper helps with outfits, rachel helps out with advertising & venues & etc. lityerses is their manager, with jo & emmie & georgina as their biggest fans. britomartis and sssarah help backstage, olujime sometimes comes to concerts with his gf

echo: vocalist

calypso: lead (electric) guitar

hunter: bass guitar

leo: drums

shel: keyboard

[ssavinggrace]

STOPSTOPSTOP- ARTEMIS WITH A SOUTHERN ACCENT (EVEN A SLIGHT ONE) HAS MY HEART LIKE OHMYFUCKINGGODS

ngl I csnt find what fic this is from

[bananasugarwarrior]

The Penguins of Madagascar but it's The Bad Batch

[thatonefandomjumper]

It's funny how much more attention the minor characters from pjo get compared to every other series minor characters.

Like, people constantly talk about characters that got minimal screen-time (Page-time?), like Castor and Pollux, Michael Yew, the Stolls, Chris and I'd argue that Selina and Beckendorf could even fall into this category.

But then, take Trials of Apollo for example. I rarely see people delve into characters like Crest, Georgina, Hunter Kowalski and Meg's siblings, even though I think some of them would be fun to explore.

Of course, this has to do with the fact that Trials of Apollo just not as popular as pjo, but even within it's own circles, I usually don't see them getting discussed.

I just found at in interesting observation

[handma1denofvenus]

So my bf really loves Blade Runner and I was rewatching for like the 100th time with him and I said they should totally make a MUSICAL version? And he said that the Goldbergs already did????? So I watched the episode and honestly not to be rude, but I figured I could MAYBE do better.

So this is it. This is my attempt at:

Blade Runner: The Musical

I'm a Blade Runner

I was in retirement

Just trying to enjoy my noodles

Then my boy Bryant

Called me into his office to say

I'm un-retirement

I said, "my dude, you delululoodles."

He laughed in my face 

Said, "ill see you soon-oodles"

I'm a Blade Runner

I got in my spaceship

Mumbling, "oh shit, 

here we go again"

Now I'm trying

Not to get killed

Trying to kill some replicants

And this cute one got some implants

Memories

Bro was talking about memories

It's psychopathic, honestly

Cuz they're all human

Got me thinking, "am i is a human"

I'm a Blade Runner

I get they had to kill their creator

Because dude was kinda a hater

Even tho he thought he was mad dashing

But why did they have to kill my boy J.F. Sebastian

He was innocent

And he made his own friends

He would've helped them until the end

Cuz he's a true gent

Roy was a bit of a douche for that

I'm kinda glad he stuck that nail through his hand

I'm a Blade Runner

Pris honestly could've lived

If she hadn't bothered to pump out a few flips

I mean what the hell was that

She could've just killed me

and gotten it over with

Instead Roy had to settle

For kissing his dead lover on the lips

Bestie just wasn't thinking

It all started when she put on that crusty ass wig

I'm a Blade Runner

I'm zoomin in my lil spaceship

Trying not to die

This dude crying

After he saved my life

Saying these moments will be lost in time

Like tears in rain

Would I have done the same

What is there to gain

I just came out of retirement

To kill beings that have my same desirements

I'm a Blade Runner

They just want a longer lifespan

They don't want to die

Is that really a crime

Excusing the fact they kill people

Was it really their time?

They run away from me because they're scared

They feel fear

If only I stopped killing long enough to hear

If only I stopped killing long enough to listen

Instead of going around, aggressively kissing em

I'm a Blade Runner

and I'm beginning to regret my decisions

Why did I listen to Bryant?

If I said I wasn't in love with Rachael

then I'd be lying

Now we're running away together

Trying to start a new life

She's just as human as me

More human than I could ever be

She's got all these fake memories

I'm about to give her real ones of WE

[marsomar]

penguins of Madagascar walked so Star Wars: The Bad Batch could run

[sammaggs]

We have to talk about this shirt. We have to talk about how it’s the worst flannel in the entire show. It should be an imprisonable offence.

Ray taking him to dinner in this… true love

Due South: Bounty Hunter (7)

[mandoreviews]

📽️ A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)

I watched this movie for Marlon Brando, but I gotta say it was a struggle to get through. Not a single character is likable. Not one. They’re all completely insufferable. I know that I’m in the minority on this one, but I honestly don’t see how this movie could appeal to anyone, even with the message it conveys. The whole time I was watching I just wanted it to be over. I usually like older movies, and I definitely like young Marlon Brando, but neither of those things enticed me into enjoying this movie.

Sex/nudity: 3/10 (kissing, shirtless man, an implied rape)

Language: 1/10 (very mild by today’s standards)

Violence: 4/10 (again, by today’s standards it’s relatively mild, domestic violence is a major theme though and is shown throughout)

Overall rating: 2/10

[suremaybeiguess]

hii i rlly love ur art! what about drawing hunter kowalski from toa? she's like my favorite backround character and she barely gets any scenes :( andd she has a surname that indicates polish roots, so im really angry at the unsused potential!

[cabin10diaries]

i think hunter kowalski and reyna would be great friends

[addicted-to-dc]

Jekyll/Hyde Part 2 - Taskforce 141 x Reader

Tags for those who encouraged me to write this. Thank you!!! @greeniegreengreen @aeilani @poetslastdeath 

Link to Part 1

Content Warnings: Typical CoD violence, ptsd, reader is going to be unhinged (even more so in the next chapters).

The computer does all the work for you nowadays. Honestly, you expected this to be your time to think things over. ‘Meditate’ as Laswell calls it. Rumination sits better on your tongue. How in the world can you ruminate in conditions like these? The overhead lights are buzzing, a high-pitched constant ringing that’s giving you a migraine. It feels like an ice pick was shoved through your eye socket, the cold metal turning warm as it disturbs thousands of nerves.

The seclusion you needed has fucking left the building, leaving you alone with a team of walking dead men. Laswell didn’t tell them why you had so many deaths. One would assume that the common denominator (i.e. YOU) are the reason why families mourn their loved ones. With every step you take you can hear the jingle of all those tags, so many souls gone because you couldn’t stop digging for the truth.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to drag yourself out of your exhaustion. Your efforts only reward you with a sharp pain in your skull. Checking the time, you internally groan. Less than an hour until your dogs are here. Fuck, you miss them.

There’s a flick of a lighter, the scent of leather and wood assaulting your nose. Then tobacco invades your senses. “What’s on your mind?”

Captain Price, the man who started it all. He’s a survivor. He might stand a chance at what’s coming next. It’s been a while since you’ve interacted with a man this intense. He’s a smart one. The cigar erases the mustiness of the room. Smells like home. You can feel your body relax, albeit slightly. Maybe you just need a smoke.

“The only family I have left,” you reply, yanking out your cigarettes. Your only photo lies folded in the nearly empty pack. You flick it to Price, your aim true as it rolls to the edge of the table. “Three dogs. Sir, Bear, and Ruse.”

Ghost shifts slightly in his chair, dark eyes on the photo as soon as Price uncrumples it. “Cerberus?”

You can see recognition flash in Price’s eyes. In all of theirs. At least they don’t try to hide it. Sunshine leans forward, his eyes reevaluating you. “You’re The Huntress.”

It’s not a question. He knows. They all do. Price hands the photo to Mr. Mohawk. You shake your head, “I haven’t been called that in a long time.”

“Fuckin’ unstoppable is what you should be called,” Mr. Mohawk chuckles, looking up from the photo. “I’ve seen yer work. Thorough, precise, efficient, and batshit crazy.”

“They say you’re a sniper hunter,” Ghost states, eyes blazing with intrigue. “That true?”

You nod, your index finger running over the scar on your chin. Mr. Mohawk’s bright ass blue eyes bore into your own. “Why the name change?”

Your muscles tense, feeling the weight of hundreds of hands pulling you down, down, down… Broken nails tear at your flesh, opening old wounds that never fully healed right. The screams ring in your ears, curses that taint your very soul to this day. “A story for another day.”

“Is this your original taskforce?” Price asks, pulling your attention away from his sergeant.

“Yes, it is,” you reply, lighting up your last cigarette. “Picked every single one of them myself. Two Polish battering rams, Maryna and Urszula Kowalski. They were always at each other’s throats, but they were the devil and angel on my shoulder.”

You take a long drag. They were the first ones to die.

The frequent migraines and metal plate in your skull are because of them, cracking your skull open before you could even walk off the transport. Their deaths were too quick, but watching the Semtex burst in the sisters’ faces was cathartic. Liars always fail to earn mercy from you. Traitorous ones at least. You exhale, releasing the tension. They don’t deserve to weigh down your conscience.

“August Lindemann, a German tech genius. Spoiled us with all the newest gadgets on the field.” You chuckle, dark eyes meeting Price’s. “I always said they’d make us lose our edge.”

For all the brains he had, they didn’t look so special splattered across the wall. You fought through the entire base to get to him. Cowering like the leach he was until he was the only one left. It didn’t even take cutting off his precious fingers to find out who organized all of this: General Sheperd. You know this leads deeper into the abyss, merely scratching the surface of this conspiracy.

“The last one is American; best shot I’ve ever seen and an even better medic. Dane Reid was a serious man, but he always kept everyone together.”

His ring lies against your chest, right next to yours. You scratch your right ear, digging your nails into what’s left of your upper cartilage. He was the best shot, but your dogs were loyal to no one except you. Even your husband. Using yourself as a decoy was risky, but Sir, Bear, and Ruse tearing him apart made the sacrifice worth it. And the bullet you put into his heart? Even more so.

You can’t wait to see them again.

“You and the dogs are the only ones left?” Sunshine asks, gently taking the photo from Price. “How did Laswell find you?”

“Wandering the Russian forest with stolen data,” you reply, picking at your broken nail. “She found me and the dogs months later.”

“An’ yer team?” Mr. Mohawk questions. “Wha’ about them?”

“I killed them all,” you answer, putting out the cig. You’ll save it for later, death usually ruins the taste. “They tried to sabotage the op. I only got one name when all of it was said and done, and you want to know who it was?”

You scan over every single one of them. The truth always hurts to tell, but you need them to live. You can’t lose anymore, not when Laswell holds these men to the highest regard. What did she say to them? Oh, yes, you need a team to survive with you. There’s too much death permeating the air. The smell of burnt flesh burns your nose.

“General Herschel Sheperd,” you snarl, the rage of Hyde breaking past Jekyll’s walls. “Laswell says you’re looking for him, and I want my pound of flesh.”

You’re sure they can see the insanity in your eyes, the ferality that consumed you in the forests of Russia and nestled its way into your very soul. Split into two beings, one desperate for peace and the other salivating for revenge. You’re not a Captain anymore. You’re nothing. Just a revenant walking amongst the living until your duty is fulfilled. Peace was never an option for you in life, only in death. You accepted that the day you lost your team, your only family. One gaze bears the most weight.

Your eyes catch Ghost’s. Dark eyes penetrate your soul, reading the scripture of your heart. Loyalty broken, trusted allies and friends betraying old bonds. Killing them. Broken, a living being inhabited by the scraps of its own psyche. Two peas in a fucked-up pod. Your phone vibrates on the table, one singular message popping up on your screen: They’re here.

“Thank fuck,” you mumble, pocketing your phone. “They’re here.” You’re itching to leave, to run to the last semblance of family you have.

Clearly, you’re too easy to read. Price stands, the others following suit. “Let’s go meet them then.”

Sunshine barely has the door open when you slip through, quickly maneuvering through the shitty corporate layout of the building until you reach the side lot. You can see them. Tears threaten to cloud your vision as you see Sir chase Ruse around the grass. Bear lays in the shade. Laswell notices your approach, giving you a small nod. You whistle loudly, their playtime immediately put on halt. It takes a second for the noise to bounce around their brains, immediately whining once it finally clicked. Sir, the eldest German Sheperd, is the first one to make it to you, whining and jumping in your arms. His love is always overwhelming, but it’s welcome.

Sir manages to hold onto your shoulders, forcing you to catch him to regain your balance. Only for Ruse, the younger Shepherd, to knock you to the ground. It startles a laugh out of you, a smile following soon after. God, it’s been too long since you’ve seen them. Bear in all her glory runs up and sits at your feet. Your smart girl. A Rottweiler mix, probably shepherd, but her fur pattern always draws you in. You coo, using whatever body part you can to pet all three of them. “Yeah, I missed you, too.”

You sneak them treats, whispering sweet nothings to each of them as you try to make up for lost time. Six months away from them has been torture. Then again, you thought you’d never see them again. Every op feels like the last.

“Forgive them, it’s been half a year since we’ve seen each other,” you turn to the group, sputtering when Ruse licks into your mouth. “CERBERUS!”

They fall in line perfectly, ears perked and waiting for orders. A hand pops into view, and you take it. Sunshine pulls you up, chuckling at the slobber left behind. He tilts his head, eyes catching something on your chest.

Frowning, you look down. Your rings are exposed. Tearing off the necklace, you shove it into your pocket. You’re allowed to have your secrets.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

[sammaggs]

3x06 The Bounty Hunter | Automatic

Absolutely INSANE about the way Fraser doesn’t have to say a word or even gesture to OR EVEN SO MUCH AS LOOK AT Ray!!!!!!

He just gently presses the hat into Ray’s chest and Ray automatically takes it, like Fraser knows he will.

And then similarly takes it back as gently and Ray just stares at him GOD

Also I’m putting this in my queue but I’d be willing to bet (…you know) that @syrupmap posts the same thing 100% we have the same sicko brainworms

[circeyoru]

I was thinking of a yandere jinwoo with a fem reader who's nerdy and kind of an intervenor of making hunter weapons like Kowalski from Madagascar XD

Sorry for the wait! This request is from long ago, but there were other stories that got my attention. But it's here now!

Maker of His Eyes = Requested

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Hunter Gear Maker!Reader]

Will be out in 15-20 minutes

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