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christinebloodwrittings · 3 years ago

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Briefly Instant (Part thirteen)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Summary: Life is complicated, always moving and working in ways we can't comprehend. Between the bubbles and the heartache, an unfortunate encounter left a half-broken heart and a strong connection which separated this soulmates for a long time. Two sides of the story, two hearts that longed for each other painfully. One brief instant was enough to know.

Warnings for this chapter: None

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TH Taglist: @lucky-foxface @lokisprettygirl22 @criticaltrinket @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss

"Hello my sweetest" he loved that little nickname he picked for you, he couldn't stop repeating it in his head whenever he thought of you. He felt on top of the world; however he wasn't an idiot, he knew something had happened that night and he was determined to find out what exactly. The universe had put you to work just in the production in which he was going to act, he was definitely not going to let you escape or leave so easily.

“Good morning Mr. Hiddleston, how may I serve you this lovely morning?” that wasn’t even cold on your part, that was you playing, he noticed the little smirk on the corner of your face.

“You look beautiful” your wide sparkling eyes and loving smile sent butterflies to fly inside his stomach, “I’m working” your seriousness was taken away by the smoothness of his voice and demeanor, definitely the man you met in the islands.

“There’s no one but you and me here, the rest won’t show up until six thirty, please allow me the privilege to compliment you this fine morning” he went around the table, still keeping a respectable distance from you, the image of your scared face still awfully visible in his mind.

“Alright, coffee?” you gave in, walking with an empty cup towards the hot water containers, “Yes please, no sugar” you scoffed.

“For a moment I thought you were going to say tea” he knitted his eyebrows, “How much you stereotype me in that pretty head of yours?” his hand was on the table, using his body to block your way.

“Quite a lot, but I shall see for myself whether I am correct or not” you were joking of course, but he wanted to piss you off.

“Should I do the same?” you were taken aback for that, but composed rather quickly.

“Because I’m Hispanic or a woman?” you expected him to say neither, “Maybe both” but he went with that, huh?.

“Go ahead, throw the first one, my friend” you spoke up, finding confidence somehow, he just let out a chuckle and caressed your hand.

“I’m not that kind of man my sweetest, I’ve seen what your fists can do against an unwise set of words, I wouldn’t like to be the next to have a taste of your anger” he leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours while his fingers brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“No matter how ravishing you look while at it” oh he knew how to make you blush. He just complimented your strength based on that sloppy right hook at the bar, five years ago! The fact that he remembered that only made you want to kiss him.

“Tom! How are you my friend?” he quickly moved away from you as the one and only Hugh Laurie walked towards him. Now you were sweating, all your fangirl urges rising.

“Ah, Hugh, Y/n this is Hugh Laurie he’s a dear friend of mine, Hugh this is Y/n” he stopped a second, what were you two exactly, lover? He hoped he could say 'more than a friend', but he was puzzled for the uncertainty.

“A friend, nice to meet you Mr. Laurie, how may I serve you this morning?” you interceded politely, repressing all the typical stuff you would say to some as cool as him.

“I love your professionalism, but call me Hugh, nice to meet you as well, and please” he extended his hand to you, gladly you took it. Tom watched how your pupils turned almost into hearts, you were totally into Hugh, did that bothered him?

“You’re going to be a life savior dear, how we are going to survive without coffee?” You handed him the cup in between giggles, okay, now it started to bother him, why couldn't you smile like that for him?

“You’ll be our angel” Tom trailed on.

“That indeed, a cup of coffee please” Olivia Colman, dear lord!

“We have a tough way ahead; did you take a look at the script? I find it marvelously written” Tom eyes you while you moved ever so gracefully while you gave Olivia her coffee and a sandwich.

“It will definitely take a lot out of us, but we are experts at being villains right?” you looked up curious, the Willow thing crossed your mind, “In movies darling, we aren’t as scary as the characters we play” you still weren't so sure, but you still laughed nervously at it.

“You definitely have the irresistible charm of Dr. House, your wife must enjoy it" you certainly did loved his execution in Dr. House, that was the intention behind the tone and the comment perse, but Tom's mind was being eaten alive by anxiety and inner thoughts, all those lead to jealousy somehow.

'I need to get my shit together' he indeed was overthinking too much, he needed to calm down.

“Not much, but my daughter, she loves it, she says I’m rude and mean but funny”.

“Aw, how old is she?” you noticed Tom's jaw clenching, whatever could be troubling him that much?

"28, maybe that's why she understands that kind of humor" that conversation was interrupted by one of the staff members, calling some of the actors inside to give some information, among them Tom. He walked to you and kissed your forehead when no one was looking, "See you later beautiful" he whispered, damn, he confused you so freaking well.

The day went pretty well, for your first day of course, Tom on the other hand was having a hard time trying to figure out all the journeys they were going to take to get all the scenes the show needed.

There were also some script readings, the director gave some notes on how things would be laid out, and the writer gave some advice on the characters.

They would meet the other half of the cast in Morocco, so they would need to book the flights. Also part of the series would be filmed in Palma, he hoped to at least have a moment to explore and enjoy the view.

After all that, it was pretty late, so he picked up his phone and messaged you.

He smiled like a boy in love before putting his phone in his pocket and going back to the tent, you were laughing and helping some of the staff to put things away. You looked happy despite the yawns.

"How do you feel sweetest?” he placed his hand on your upper back softly, you turned around to see him, your face immediately adorned with a smile.

"It is very good to feel the routine again!" You yawned, sleepily leaning to rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist to bring you close.

"You ready?" He nodded while kissing your temple, "Where's your car?" He wondered pointing the cars once you two reached the parking lot, "I took the bus, I don't own a car" he widen his eyes, if he didn't invited you to have dinner with him, you would've been in danger at that hour.

"You live too far away?" He walked smoothly and opened the passenger door for you, "An hour and a half from here, but strangely enough, only eight minutes from your place" you sheepishly spoke, hiding a blush as you went inside his car.

"You live around the corner! Up north?" He spoke when he got on, and it didn't even take him a second to fasten his seat belt, when he had time to start the engine and look at you, he admired you for everything you are, he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms. When you managed to buckle up in that half second, you looked up, only to find him staring at you with the most charming smile. It send an electricity shock down your spine and into your core.

"S-South, I live near a park, it has a dog section and a games for children" stammering, sweating, and with an uncomfortable throbbing, he almost made you forget everything.

"I've taken my dog there I think, the water fountain has a broken pipe?".

"Yes! It has been broken for a while now".

"Ever since those kids threw rocks at it" you two said at unison and laughed together.

"Punks" he laughed.

"Did the police ever caught them?" He shook his head while stirring the wheel, his arm and hand veins popping up slightly.

"No, those may have been kids, but they were smart alright, the police and neighbors gave up with the search".

He couldn't believe you lived so close to him, if he had knew before, he wouldn't even hesitate to knock on your door with a thousand roses. If only he had known.

However, he was thanking every single force he could think of at the moment, you were there, by his side. The universe was giving him another chance to make things right, he just had to ask.

Once he stepped out, you unbuckled yourself, your fingers barely touched the handle when the door opened, his hand outstretched for you.

"What a gentleman" he helped you out, "I believe I told you that my mother taught me right" he did, that night in the bar, you did remembered that.

"That much I can remember, but then everything's black" he told you it was okay, that you shouldn't worry, but you couldn't help it.

As soon as he opened the door, the happy ball of furr starting jumping, but not on him.

“Aww come here puppy!” the little spaniel whined and barked at you, begging for you to pet him.

“You’ve met Bobby?” Tom asked closing the door, his heart soaring with the sight, “Yeah, I put food on his plate before you woke up, the sizing cup had a blue line at a certain measure, so I thought that was the right amount of food, isn’t that right my cute fluffy love?” you were just so cute! He wanted your attention now.

He inner slapped himself when he realized he was jealous of his own dog.

"Now that we are on that subject, how about if we start with the picking a playlist" he leaned against the stereo, swinging the auxiliary cable in his hand, smirking devilishly.

You rolled your eyes as you made your way to him "Fine, don't say I didn't warned you" plugged the cable in your cellphone, quickly scrolling down your albums and playlists in your Spotify profile.

Soon a mixed list of ballads, salsa and slow songs started playing, you moved your shoulders at the rhythm, making him giggle.

"And here I thought you would have death metal in your repertoire" he set your phone aside, taking your hand to spin you around gently, "Oh I do, I have a bit of everything. Metal, Rock, Pop, Ballad, Salsa, you name it".

He hummed, placing his hand on the small of your back, pulling you close, his face was close to yours. "Well look at that, my sweetest, we have more in common than I realized".

His tone was soft, his smell intoxicating, the way he moved your hips along with the song without losing track of the conversation, lightly brushing his...what a man indeed.

"Mmm, coincidence?" You lifted your hands to the nape of his neck, you needed to kiss him, to feel his warmth, that burning passion he felt for you that was latent in every touch.

He understood what you were doing, he didn't exactly hurried to crush his lips into yours, but he did entrap them shortly. You sighed at the contact, standing up in your tippy toes to intensify it.

It ended up longer than a peck, but shorter than an actual kiss.

"Sit down and relax, sweet love, I'm going to amaze you" he had the audacity to leave you wanting for more. It was his exact intention.

"I want to help you, it's...not in my nature to sit and do nothing" he found a new weakness, your puppy eyes. That put some color on his cheeks.

"Then, how about a red wine, and you help me chop a few vegetables?" You smiled and pecked his lips, "Yes chef".

Oh he was head over heels.

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diamondcitydarlin · 3 years ago

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In reference to your previous post about Sy*ki but holy shit

'it just feels like loki was unashamedly remolded into a different character' and 'and in that way just feels like the product of a wishfulfillment fanfic'

Are you aware you have quite literally boiled down Loki to one of it's funniest core issues that I desperately hope you're aware of: It was based on the lead writer's self-insert script. I am not joking, Waldron wrote a script about a time-travelling male lead who can be easily argued to be a self-insert and about his fantasy woman being the coolest most kick-ass bestest woman ever but just can't help but love him and fall for his amazing male charms! For some reason !

Somebody found this script, and it turns out the entire Loki show is based on it, right down to having a President Loki counterpart. I can't remember the exact title, but it's something very similar to: 'the worst man in the universe and the woman who came to kill him.'

It's somewhere online and linked in a tumblr post somewhere, and god I wish I could find it for you.

Loki literally is a different character bc he's Waldron's fantasy man, doing nothing but still getting the blazing hot woman (Sylvie) bc women just can't resist him. I really hope you knew about this fact beforehand, or this is going to be a tragic anon to read.

Haha no worries anon, I'm not only aware of this script but I have (quite unfortunately) read it and as I do voiceover/narration work from time to time I've been tempted to do a funny dramatic reading of it lol but it really does enrage me and idk that this work, however laughably bad, is worth any of my time or energy so...probably won't do that. Might be funny tho.

Now, the truth is, there are elements of this screenplay that can work (though there aren't many and most of it is misogynist self unaware garbage). While Waldron didn't invent the TVA, he did provide inspo for the time-traveling story concept to be implemented in such a way that Loki could slot in...though the comics technically do the same thing, but I can't expect execs at Marvel Studios to uhm...*checks notes* be at all familiar with the comics themselves. I guess what I'm saying is, his script provided the inspo template they apparently needed to put all these pieces together, even though they all existed prior and could've been accessible with even just a cursory look at a wikipedia page for their own source material- but ANYWAY!

I also love the concept of President Loki, I think it can work well and I've outlined how I would've best implemented him in a story arc that would also address variant!Loki's character growth (that is to say that I would've started by giving him more than 5 secs of screentime lol). There is definitely some little bits of useful scrap here and there in this junkheap of a screenplay (that most certainly would've been ridiculed and rejected and shredded and deleted to hell had it been written by anyone not in Michael's demographic / sphere of influence) that can be salvaged into a story that is actually relevant to Loki.

But no one was interested in doing that, least of all Mike, who I'm sure has never had to suffer a shred of doubt in his life about this screenplay and felt fully entitled to pushing forward with the story as it was because fuck Loki, really, he's got a story to tell. Not a good one, and certainly not one that's going to appeal to most people who enjoy this character and will be tuning in, but fuck 'em, right? Why should he care?

Anyway, I'm glad that Owen and Tom did at least.

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jumpship90 · 3 years ago

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i have to leave, you can't come with me, and this goodbye kiss, it's going to last longer than any of our other kisses because i can't bear the thought of not having you near - Kiss prompt for Jaq and Phin please :)

Thank you so much for this prompt! It was perfect for Jaq and Phin and I'm probably going to make this a stand alone chapter of my long fic for them! This one is super indulgent and mushy and angsty and romantic - roughly 1500 words, so more under the cut

Byzantium had never seemed more soulless to Jaq than when they walked Phineas to the landing bay and into the shadow of the shuttle that would carry him back to the Hope.

The rain that had been threatening all day had finally started to make itself known in the form of a fine drizzle that left the ground beneath their feet slick and created a haze in the air. Though they could feel themself growing damp already, Jaq couldn’t help slowing their stride, eking out each step in an attempt to fend off their inevitable parting.

The knot of tension that had been sat in their chest all afternoon tightened as they glanced over at Phineas. His expression was drawn and resigned, agitation showing in the deep lines that creased his brow. It was nothing like it had been this morning, when they had awoken still tangled together beneath the sheets and both grinning the elated, unrestrained grins of partners who had spent a night in each other’s arms.

A single night, Jaq thought in frustration, as they surveyed the man walking beside them. A single night and now who knew when they would see him again. The deposed Board members were planning a coup and even after everything Jaq had done, it had once again fallen to them to thwart the grasping, greedy ambitions of Halcyon’s former elite. It seemed even in its death throes, the Board was still managing to take everything from them. They gripped the hand in their own a little tighter and felt Phineas return the squeeze.

Despite their slow pace, eventually, they both halted before the shuttle, the Unreliable squatting beside it. Junlei and a handful of mardets were waiting at the base of the landing ramp and the Chief gave Jaq a nod to acknowledge their arrival. Jaq didn’t wish to keep her waiting, grateful that she had agreed to safely see Phineas home for them, but still they stalled, turning to him.

“This is becoming something of a routine for us, isn’t it?” he said, a wry smile turning up the corner of his lips. “You dashing off to save the day, me toiling away in a laboratory, awaiting your heroic return.”

They knew the bitter note to his voice wasn’t aimed at them, only the reality of their situation, but still, Jaq felt the words strike a sharp blow.

“One day, we might get to spend longer than a few hours in each other’s company,” Phineas continued his fingers worrying at their own. “Until then, well, I suppose we just have to make do with memories don’t we? A shame mine’s not quite what it used to be.”

He gave a forced, strangled laugh at his joke and Jaq’s attempt at stoicism in the face of their departure crumbled entirely.

They wrapped him in their arms and clung to him, his wiry, angular frame pressed as tight to them as they could manage, and when they buried their face in his neck they could still smell a trace of the expensive Byzantine products they had bathed him in the night before. The scents didn’t seem quite right on him - on their brilliant, eccentric scientist. He should smell of chemical and old leather and the grease of frying cystybits. Of all the things that had come to mean home to them.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered in his ear as bony fingers clutched at their armour. The slow pitter-patter of raindrops against the metal encasing their body was beginning to increase. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave you again.”

“I know,” he soothed, and pressed his lips to their cheek. “I know. I’m sorry too, Jaq. I’m sorry things are like this. That those corporate swine are still breathing down our necks. Still stealing from us.” He relaxed his grip on them a little and drew back just enough that Jaq could see the determined, near manic spark in his eyes. “But you’ll stop them. You’ll put an end to their meddling. I know you will.”

With that, he kissed them.

It wasn’t the tentative, gentle kiss that they’d both used at first, still so careful with each other and terrified to break the new, fragile thing between them by pressing too hard, too soon. Nor was it slow and indulgent, like the kisses they’d shared in bed the previous night as they’d enjoyed exploring each other for the first time. This was firm and certain – a promise. I’ll come back and I’ll be waiting for you.

When finally they parted a fraction, Jaq was conscious of the rain picking up. Drops coursed down Phineas’ cheeks, soaked through his hair, dripped from the end of his nose. It didn’t matter, they thought, as he cupped their face in one broad palm and followed the tracks of moisture down their skin with a weathered thumb. It didn’t matter that strangers running through the deluge to the interstellar shuttles might be watching them. It didn’t matter that Junlei and her mardets were waiting to leave. Nothing mattered but hanging onto this, onto him, for just a little bit longer. Jaq found themself wishing now more than ever that they could control the time dilation effect that plagued them, wished they could bring Phineas into it with them so that the two could defy the laws of the universe itself to snatch a few more precious moments together.

They returned to his lips, wet now and shining, the raindrops adding an unfamiliar taste to him. The two of them probably looked ridiculous, Jaq thought. Soaked through and clinging to each other like some clichéd scene in a corny aetherwave romance. They didn’t care. Phineas didn’t seem to either, and Jaq kissed him until they’d run out of air, until they couldn’t have continued for a second longer.

This time when they parted, a piercing whistle cut across the landing bay. Jaq looked over Phineas’ shoulder to see a mardet twirling his finger in a “wrap it up” motion. The engines to the Groundbreaker’s shuttle were warming up and Junlei was wearing an impatient - albeit apologetic -expression as she sheltered from the rain. There was no delaying any longer.

Phineas, following their gaze, glanced back and gave a humph of consternation.

“Don’t they know who they’re talking to?” he grumbled. Jaq laughed but reluctantly released him and he followed suit.

They crossed the last few feet to the base of the landing ramp together and just as Phineas took his first step upon it, Jaq suddenly remembered their gift for him.

“Wait!” they said, and grasped for his hand. Phineas turned, concern arching his brows as they dug in their pocket, groping about between the odds and ends they always carried until their fingers met something soft. “I forgot to give you this.”

Turning his hand over, they pressed into his palm the cork from the bottle of champagne they had shared in the bath the previous night. Phineas peered down at it, turning it in his fingers and tracing the lines where Jaq had carved both their initials into the surface. His lips parted in a silent “oh” of surprise.

“Something to jog your memory,” they offered with a weak smile. It had just begun to slip as Phineas’ lips met theirs in a final, brief kiss.

“Keep safe, Jaq,” he said as he drew back. “Please.”

Jaq nodded and took the cork for a moment, tucking it away in the breast pocket of his jacket. “I will. And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

With that, they took a step back and watched through the rain dripping in their eyes as he climbed the gangway, surefooted despite his unfamiliarity with Terra 2’s gravity, and disappeared inside the airlock.

The last of the mardet crew followed suit and Jaq turned to Junlei.

“Thank you. For seeing him home for me.”

The Chief nodded and extended a hand in a firm shake. “Only right to return the favour. I’ll pass on my well-wishes to Parvati. Good luck, Captain.”

By the time Jaq had made their way into the cockpit of the Unreliable, the shuttle had taken to the skies, and before ADA had finished running through the take-off protocols, it had disappeared entirely behind the thick banks of cloud. Jaq let out a shaky breath and finally took their seat in the captain’s chair.

“Take us into orbit, ADA.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.”

#rain seems to be a running theme in my writing at the moment #i hope this wasn't too cliched and cheesy #jaq's just very sentimental #jaq/phin #captain jaq #phineas welles #my writing #tow fic

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ivory-sunflower · 4 years ago

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Arty Art Things ✨

Hellooo!

I've decided to post some of the arty things I've done either recently or in the last few years, well the pieces I'm somewhat proud of at least. All my posts tend to be a lot more wordy than they need to be but hey it's what I do here!

Conchúr White

Anyone one who's been on this blog for a bit will have probably have seen me talk about this lovely Irish fella. The pencil drawing is actually a year old as of yesterday, I only know that because screenshots of me flipping out about Conchúr following me on twitter popped up in my memories yesterday. I think I'd sent it to him at about 3 in the morning (I was not in a good head space at that point in time), so probably not what he was expecting to see when he opened his phone in the morning aha

The biro version is much more recent: I got bored while sat at my desk and doing research about university courses, saw a biro, saw my old drawing of Conchúr, had an idea. I revisited my GCSE art techniques and here we are. Again, I put this up on Twitter and now (at the the time I'm writing this) when you google "Conchúr White" it's the third top image of him which is a bit mad really. I think I spent all of about 20 minutes on Conchúr but another 45 minutes on the words behind him. The words are the names of the songs on his EP 'Bikini Crops', he doesn't just really love the idea of Channing Tatum driving him around at night in a daisy print bikini... Well maybe he does but what he does in his spare time is none of my business...

TechDif

So I mentioned that the pencil drawing of Conchúr came from a rough patch in my mental health and this one is no different! In fact this one came from an even worse circumstance so we love to see it. I had a bad, bad time in July and this started as a way of distracting myself from what was going on in my head. Without it, I can't honestly say I'd still be here so even if the final product of this had been a terrible mess I would still love it for keeping me alive. However, it did not turn out to be a terrible mess!

Now that the origin of this is out the way, where do I start with TechDif? Unlike Conchúr, I haven't really talked about them on here (unless you count one brief post about Citation Needed) before so I guess I'll do it here. The Technical Difficulties are a wonderful group of 4 British fellas who have had their fair share of fun online and even before. They did a radio show at university together, which went on to become their Reverse Trivia Podcast, later moving on to a panel show called 'Citation Needed': and a game called 'Two of These People Are Lying'. All of which I would thoroughly reccomend, they're one of my go to things when I'm having a rough time. All 4 of them are excellent! Tom Scott (red top, blue jeans on the picture) has his own YouTube channel which does content aside from TechDif. If you're quite nerdy and like science, linguistics, computers, or any number of other things you may enjoy Tom's channel. He is probably best described as "The Moderator" of the group, much like a tired teacher he tries desperately to keep everyone on track with what they're meant to be doing, but usually it does not end well for him. Then we have Matt Gray (space top, holding an ice cream) who also has a channel away from TechDif stuff, he does techy electronic things and has a series called 'Will it Soft Serve?' where he puts all kinds of strange things through a soft serve machine. Matt brings a very specific energy to TechDif and I can't fully describe what that vibe is but I love it. Matt and Tom also share a YouTube channel where TOTPAL is posted and they had a series called 'The Park Bench'. Moving on to everybody's favourite Gary Brannan: Gary Brannan (SATIRE hoodie, glasses) and can I just say, what a fella he is! He's just excellent! He is the one that will argue and rip into Tom the most (not in a malicious way) and hilarity ensues. There are some episodes where he is absolutely on it, getting all the points and others where he very clearly has no idea and that's where some of his funniest quotes come from. Given how badly I was doing at the time I made this, his response to it on Twitter was so so lovely. I specifically remember one tweet where he said I'd made him happy and although it was probably a flippant comment, it just made feel alright for a bit. Yeah I might be feeling awful right now, but I've made someone else happy so that's a nice feeling. Then last but certainly not least, we have Chris Joel (buffalo check shirt, beard)! I would be lying if I said he isn’t my favourite... His sense of humor is the one I vibe with most, he can get rather dramatic in parts and can chat bollocks like a champion. He has absolutely no online presence away from TechDif and, like Rens from Temples, I fully believe he’s a cryptid and lives off in a tree somewhere.

The picture took me about 4 days to complete, well 4 nights because I did most of it between the hours of 12 a.m. and 7a.m. - I remember watching the sun come through my window each morning. It’s made up of lots of little pieces, all cut out and stuck on; even the sky and hills are made of separate pieces of paper. Nothing was actually drawn on the piece of paper it’s all stuck on, it’s not how I usually do things but if I messed up one little but I could just redraw it rather than ruining the whole thing. The most tedious parts to make were Chris’ shirt because I had to draw each square individually and then join the as well, and cutting out the ban-hammer in the bottom right was surprisingly hard. Every single detail of the picture is a reference to the podcast/shows, I still have the plan sketch and reference list knocking about somewhere. I listened to a lot of true crime videos while making it to the point that certain parts remind me of different cases: the brandy now reminds me of Peter Tobin, and the big spiral thing reminds me of Tim McLean (very harrowing case) - sorry that fact is a bit morbid but interesting nonetheless.

I did post this for a little bit back in July, but I received some rather awful messages so I took it down. Generally, Tom Scott/TechDif fans are lovely but there’s been a few that have taken a disliking to me for some reason so I’m hoping they don’t resurface again. I’m in a better head space now though, so even if they do I’m more equipped to deal with it this time.

Hozier

This was a quick sketch I did in April, I was getting bored with lockdown and decided to summon the bog man himself. There’s not really much more backstory than that, no poor mental health story, no fun twitter story - he’s just here. He’s vibing. I will say I’m particularly proud of his nose, I just think it’s one of the best noses I’ve ever drawn. His hand is okay, but I think that the hands on my Conchúr drawings are better. So there is the Hozi-Boi...

The Corpse Bry

I’ve talked about Bry on here before as well, I love him, he’s excellent, top lad. He is a living Tim Burton character, he’s 6′6, very skinny, and his legs are longer than my will to live. I was watching ‘The Corpse Bride’ a few weeks ago and suddenly had an idea and so ‘The Corpse Bry’ came to be. I gave him a little panda friend because the panda has always been his animal - he used to wear a panda beanie all the time and his album had a panda on the cover. Again, there’s not really a fun story behind this one, I guess it’s somewhat fun because it’s the first art I made after finishing my psychology exams in October so it was nice to actually have the time to draw.

James Bagshaw

Ginger talking about Temples for the third post in a row? it’s more likely than you think! I did this one last week, I’d had a bit of a wobbly day and had group therapy on Teams in the evening and I just couldn’t concentrate on what was going on and I ended up doodling Mr James E. Bagshaw, the glitter crying fraggle man himself. It’s a bare-bones drawing that I could definitely work into more but I’m happy with it as it is to be honest. I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit and add the individual bits of fringe to his jacket, just thinking about doing that makes me tired. Maybe I’ll get around to drawing the whole band at some point...

Alice in “Wonderland”

This one is from about 5(?) years ago, it’s not my typical style and was a “study” based on another artists work (basically i just had to copy this fellas work). I’ll be honest, this one has a sketchy backstory that I won’t go in to because it’s not exactly a nice one, and because of that I also won’t say who the artist is that it’s based on. Despite this, I’m still really proud of this one and I’m so sad that I never got this piece back after I got taken out the class. I’ve considered trying this style again, I’ve even joked about doing another Conchúr drawing in this style as a nod to my progression through GCSE art, eventually leading to Conchúr drawn in ink on music manuscript and stained with neon paint and dyes - it would be quite the project!

So this has been quite a lengthy post so apologies about that but life goes on. Similar to the vinyl post, I’ll probably add to this as and when I make more art. Even if no one is reading these posts, I’m enjoying making them so that’s the main thing. It’s just nice to document things and the feelings that go with them. 💕

~ Love Ginger xx

29/11/2020

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araminakilla · 5 years ago

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Faris D'jinn (long) appreciation post

Warning: If you don't like very long posts or deep analysis of a character or situations, maybe you want to skip this. But you are always welcome.

I will always say this: Treasure of the found lamp! is one of my favorites episodes of the Ducktales bomb (the other is Nothing can stop Della Duck!) I like the jokes, the journeys of the two groups, the cameos of different characters that appeared in Season One. But most of all... Him.

Faris D'jinn. Middle Eastern adventurer. Seeker of the lamp. Descendant of an actual genie and the amazing woman who freed him. Here are ten reasons (not counting the facts that he is a great swordman and a cool biker because everyone knows that) of why this warrior is one my favourite characters in the Ducktales universe:

1. He is not what he seems

The first time I saw this guy in the SDCC 2018, and the person presenting the characters said he was Dijon from the Ducktales movie, there were two different reactions from my part:

"OMG! They acknowledged the movie. That means Merlock is going to return!" And...

"This Dijon looks so COOL! But...he looks like a terrorist"

And before you sue and attack me, there are some comments in YouTube that reflected my thoughts. One of them said he looks like an ISIS member.

But I have investigated and I found out that in fact, there are some people that wear traditional black clothes in the Middle East and are NOT asociated with violence or radical groups. So, my bad people. I'm really ashamed for making this statement. I try to not be an ignorant of different cultures for reasons like this.

Anyway, those months I tried to stay positive that, if he was a bad guy, he could get a redemption arc. Because there's no way that this awesome Ducktales crew, that handles the Latino community very well, is going to portray arabs in a bad light, just like every old Hollywood productions (I'm looking at you, Aladdin)

And when the promo of Ducktales and Big Hero 6 appeared, with this warrior using his sword in front of a very scared Scrooge... well... I put my thoughts on another post, but I was a little concerned for the Middle Eastern representation.

Great was my surprise when I saw the episode for the first time. Let say that the power of the lamp wasn't the only plot twist of that episode.

2. He's so serious that it's funny

His single-minded quest for the lamp before the Ifrit's dawn (a fact that he monologued for 10 minutes without blinking) leaves him with no time to joke around, except everyone around him is a goof, and that makes him hilarous in a sense. Best demostrated when he answered ALL the riddles from a literal JOKE BOOK. He's so smart... yet so gullible that it's amazing. It's like he can't tell when someone is lying or making a joke... I don't know if that's possible. There's also his reaction at the "got your nose" prank which, honestly to me, was one of the best reactions EVER. Maybe it's how he screamed "monster!" and how he seems to really believe the creature got his nose. Truth to be to told, I was very surprised the first time I saw him laugh, that was something unexpected. And how the premise of the episode was him getting a family of adventuring Ducks, a greek Godness, a sea monster and a bunch of Beagles involved in a quest...to give himself a birthday present, like... Who gives himself a birthday present? (Really, I don't know someone who does that)

3. He is grateful even with enemies

He defeated Charybdis and the poor monster was whipped and given the beat of his life because he wanted to help Scrooge and Webby with the phony quest, and the first thing the warrior does is thanking him and saying that he will be remembered in the story of the lamp. That impressed me... And somehow made worth all the pain that Charybdis had. The same happened with the "Minotaur" and Ma Beagle (the little bow that he made is priceless). Many people would mock their defeated enemies and give them zero respect... but not him. That was so honorable, it reminded me of how Medieval Knights act, which would be discussed in the seventh point of this post.

4. He forgave the Ducks easily

"Djinn, I'm sorry I tricked you. If I'd known what was at stake..."

"Another chapter in the legend. A final trial before we find the lamp! It's all part of the journey!"

Like wow... That was something I was NOT expecting, because I wouldn't expect a guy who was shouting and slicing things all day to be that... nice. And maybe that could be because there was no time in the episode for the liar revealed drama. But the points D'jinn made about why he forgave Scrooge make total sense. He loves adventures and journeys, he likes to write in a scroll about the trials he had, so he instead took the positives aspects that the phony quest had and continue with his life. Now that's something you don't see very often. Instead of swearing revenge and dedicate his time ruining someone's life (I'm looking at you Glomgold, Magica, Negaduck and other villains) he forgave the Ducks, focused on the present and keep only the most important facts. I like that way of thinking.

5. He has a deep love for his family's history (and his heritage and bloodline)

He comes from a family that, as far as I'm concerned, keeps the stories of their past alive, passing them to the next generations. It's been ten generations since the genie was freed. What the ex-magical creature got was more valuable that having phenomenal cosmic powers: A loving wife and many descendants who remember them with such passion, and now one of said descendants, fascinated by their love story has adquired the "totem that started it all". I heard that arabs in particular are family oriented people, they would do ANYTHING for their loved ones, and that's the first time I saw that in a cartoon (at least in a Disney cartoon, the other example that is Non-Disney is the Oscar nominated "The Breadwinner", which I recommend you guys have to see it, it's so good)

D'jinn made a long journey from the Middle East to America (at least I think Duckburg is in America) for a powerless lamp because of it's sentimental value, which leads us to the next point...

6. He is a sentimental guy

You wouldn't expect a tough, serious and to some extent dangerous guy to have powerful feelings like love? Right? Think again. There's a reason of why the call D'jinn (and his VA, Omid Abtahi) a cinnamon roll. He has strong emotions, that is (I think) one of the reasons of why he's so dramatic. It's part of his personality. In fact, his volatile personality (using many times his sword, cutting things, flipping a table) has a solid base of why it is the way it is. I'm not saying that destroying the couch and threatening the Duck family is not wrong, I'm saying this because this is NOT a matter of the "He's an arab and all arabs are volatile/barbaric/will scream and attack you 'cause that is their nature" thing that all the Hollywood movies I saw (at least the examples I saw in the documentary "Reel Bad Arabs") have. No sir, this is different.

And talking about Arab stereotypes...

7. He's a HUGE improvement from the Ducktales movie and series

Back in 1990, he was Dijon, a thief and mook to Merlock, the Big Bad Wolf of the Movie. He was funny and the interactions he had with Scrooge in the movie and the series are funnier (Also, did you know that the last words Scrooge said in the series was "Dijon!" because the duck was running towards him 'cause he stole his watch?)

But, as the Nostalgia Critic put it in his review of the Ducktales Movie

"I don't know... Is this considered racist now? Yes, he has an accent and is a thief..."

He's fine as a comic relief, but nothing makes him different from the Crows of Dumbo, or the Indians of Peter Pan, or the Siamese cats of Lady and the Tramp, or...

Honest Trailer's guy: Stop it!

OK ok. The point it's... The Ducktales reboot did it again. They took a not so well liked character from the '87 series and made him/her a lovable character, like Mamá Cabrera (I swear, she's also mi mamá now)

Now he's honorable, charming, etc (and yes, those words are from a YouTuber reviewer) But specialy, they changed his name to Faris D'jinn which not only sounds more arabic, but also foreshadows his relationship with a genie. Plus, Faris means "Knight" in arabic, which describes what he is and how he acts perfectly.

8. He's different but at the same time just like everyone else

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Yeah, he looks different, speaks with an accent that's not American, has a different mindset about things in life and maybe that could come from the country he's been raised, or his family or maybe he decide to be the way he is on his own accord. But, as an lesson learned in the episode "The Depths of cousin Fethry!"

Just because something or someone is different doesn't mean is bad.

True, D'jinn didn't make a first good impresion with the Duck family, except from Webby (You go girl! It seems that she has a talent to see edgy but misunderstood people and give them a chance) but at the end everyone was celebrating his birthday with him. They give him a cake! This small but powefull gesture made me 100% convinced that, even with flaws and conflicts, they are the perfect family. It still surprises me that the crew of Ducktales and Disney would make a scene like that. If someone told me a year ago that they would make a scene with: An arab. Dressed with traditional clothes (turban and all). Wearing all black. Celebrating his/her birthday with an American (Scotish in Scrooge's case) Family, I would have laugh and say: Yeah, sure, like they would actualy show that.

But they did it and I couldn't be more happy.

Just a pause from this Ducktales' post

Some of you could be thinking as you read this: "Nice that your people are shown in a positive way"

The thing is... I'm not arab. I'm a latinoamerican who just happens to love Middle Eastern cultures. My country isn't very prejuiced towards Middle Eastern people (maybe because there's a few of them) but I have come from a long way. To being sure that everything there was just sand and violence to wanting to visit some of the many wonders that the East has to give, meet people and learn their point of view. I think everyone should do that at some point, instead of, you know, getting all your arab information from Hollywood movies and concluding that everything would be better if the Middle Easterns were dead. As this quote from the YouTube Documentary "Reel bad Arabs" states:

"We feel that Arabs are not like us, are not like everyone else, then let's kill them off, then they deserve to die, right?"

The thing is, they are more similar that we think, it's just that the international media doesn't show that... until now.

And going back with Ducktales

Yeah, this dude looks different, but he laughs, feels, and enjoys having a great time just like everyone else.

It's the same that is happening with Fenton and the latino representation. D'jinn is a hero who happens to be arab. A dramatic warrior. A family values man. A great allie, friend and who knows what many things more. He, and other Ducktales characters, have so many layers that it's incredible. Just like people, you can't define someone only from their personality or their race. There are so many things that make a person unique. D'jinn broke the expectations I had for him (or he sliced them with his sword) for the better.

9. He's better than Aladdin in many ways

By starters, the voice actors. Aladdin's VA is American and has an American accent in the movie. D'jinn's VA is Omid Abtahi, born in Iran, a Middle Eastern actor. And I'm not saying arab because Irani people are not Arabs (correct me if I'm wrong). Omid doesn't have an accent, as far as I know, but I think it's a nice detail to have the warrior being voiced by someone who comes from the same place. Then, we have the fact that Aladdin lied to almost everyone and D'jinn was a victim of a lie. True, the Ducks assumed he was going to kill them all (and for a good reason) but a lie is still a lie. I don't know many things about Middle Eastern clothes and fashion in the past and the present, but I can tell you will find (maybe traditional) people who wears something more close to D'jinn than Aladdin, and I'm pretty sure the warrior would free a genie if he has the chance because he's a descendant of one. But apart from their differences, both are really good people with a big heart and a kind soul, it's just that we find out Aladdin is good in the beggining of the movie with the bread and orphans scene and with D'jinn almost in the end of the episode, because to be honest, I was expecting him to be lying about wanting to protect the lamp and instead working for the new Merlock, since that was his role in the original movie. Many of us expected a lying thief, but instead we got another Diamond in the Rough.

10. He is a key for one of Scrooge's character developments

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The richest duck in the World was SO impressed by the warrior's story that he opened a museum of valuable artifacts so he can share his stories with his family and the world. Let's repeat that. Scrooge McDuck, a very famous, very important and proud adventurer took the advice of a stranger (he also was 100% sure this stranger would kill him and his family if he doesn't get what he wants) because he saw his "human" side, a family side that made the duck realize "maybe we are not so different after all".

Not even the Buzzards (people who worked with Scrooge for who knows what many years) were capable of convincing Scrooge to do some of their plans (but lets be honest, their plans are awful)

That made him be more open about his adventures, his past experiences and his treasures, each one with a unique story. Maybe that would prevent unfortunate yard sales in the future.

Bonus:

11. He is going to return

It is confirmed in one of Frank Angones' posts that he is going to appear in the future, maybe as an allie of the Duck family in an adventure. Or who knows? Maybe they can recruit him as a member of a superheroes team along with Gizmoduck, Darkwing Duck and others. Plus, I want to see him interact with Launchpad and Donald.

That would be all... for now.

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prxttypxrker · 5 years ago

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our endgame [T.S]

fandom: Marvel

pairing: Tony Stark x OC (father-daughter)

word count: 2,607

summary: after five years of pent up guilt and and helping each other cope with the loss of those who didn’t survive the snap, the two girls find themselves in a sudden situation they hoped for, but never really believed would come to play

tag list: @nerdypisces160

A/N: I don’t want to put too much happening in these chapters because I don’t want this to be or feel rushed so they will be relatively short. Also, the events will not 100% be based on endgame because this fic idea is actually based off of an rp I had with a very good friend on discord that I felt would be amazing as an actual story. So as future reference for everyone that reads this—NOT 100% BASED ON ENDGAME. THERE WILL BE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MOVIE EVENTS AND FIC EVENTS

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pre endgame

two

She was exhausted, that much could be said. Day in and day out for the last half decade, her friend would visit just to find that she wasn't in the house, but out in the backyard exerting too much energy. It was only a miracle that those who were left never saw her doing what she did every morning, afternoon and night. The activity was so prolonged Tala was sure her best friend got little to no sleep. That day they both discovered the other was still on Earth, she'd seen the never-ending result of visiting Tony Stark and the toll it had. The search for how to get their friends and family back never left either of their minds, but at the same time it was too difficult to figure out on their own. Even if they discovered a way to save everybody, it was two against the universe—an odd that was never going to be in their favor.

Tala marched through the tall grass that led to the fenced in yard, immediately coming to view with the many targets and practice dummies. Any size, shape and form of a sword—all covered in either a dark glow or blue sparks—laid in a pile against one side of the fence. She bent over and tried to pick one up, only to have black electricity nearly shock her if she hadn't moved back in time. She sighed and stood up, facing her friend. “Kirsy.” There wasn't a response as the brunette continued to make various hand movements to strike the objects in front of her. “Kirsy. Mind taking a break for a bit?”

Said girl let out a rough breath, the light and dark fading away from everything they engulfed as she set her arms down by her sides. She straightened up and turned to face the only person she'd really had any form of contact with since then. “If I take a break then however much time I spend on it is less time to get stronger.”

Tala rolled her eyes, walking toward a bench covered by the shade of the trees from next door. She patted the spot beside her, waiting until the slightly older of the two gave in and sat in the empty space. “You've been doing this almost every day for five years. You can't stay cooped up in this townhouse blasting everything in the backyard and then replacing them for the next day. You've used it up too much.”

Kirsy chuckled humorlessly, making her friend frown. “I'm not like you, Tala. I can't live knowing that all of them just... aren't.”

“What's the point of surviving being wiped away if you won't do just that? You've been working your ass off non-stop for months on end. You're definitely stronger, so now you just need to take a real break.”

“But Peter and the others-”

“They can wait until we have an actual plan. We can't go who the hell knows where with powers blazing.”

Silence. It filled the open air and hung in the small atmosphere of the pair's own little hero club. Kirsy knew she was right—it was obvious. All that time spent draining herself and her powers each night was starting to take a physical and mental toll on her. What the founder of Stark Industries said himself rang in her head every second of each moment she was still breathing, and instead of using it to rationalize she used it as a fuel to keep going. To her, each and every minute she spent doing anything but training was a pointless minute that everyone who didn’t make it were trapped somewhere. There was really nothing that interested her after the events of the Snap. Whatever career she wanted to get a jump on during high school was long forgotten. Any goals written on her bucket list had no reason in being done anymore. She didn’t even feel like learning anything, but the impeccable loss of half of the universe was something that also kept her needing as much knowledge as possible. It didn’t really feel like there was much of a purpose for the pair of young adults, or at least not for her. It still didn’t feel right to try and have a good life while so many people were gone.

As the girls sat in this familiar and comfortable quiet, a somber look settled on Kirsy’s face.

Flashes of her encounter with Tony slowly transitioned into a recurring dream she’d been having at least once a week for the past few years. A dream that plagued her mind from day to night, never ceasing to rewind and play all over again whenever she stopped to take a breath or get those minimal hours of sleep. It wasn’t that he was in the wrong. She learned soon after she left his home that day that he wasn’t. It was the fact that he was right. If the people who protected Earth for years weren’t able to get everyone back—if the iron legend himself was trapped in a limited oxygenic ship for days and nearly died—then there was nothing he could’ve done for her. Even if she showed him what she could do and he said yes, the others were still living their own lives as best they could during this time of loss, grief and moving forward. It was obvious there was no plan of action or hints to lead them somewhere, but she didn’t want to stop trying. No matter how much Tala scolded her or how weak she became in other aspects while she became stronger within her powers, it just didn’t matter if they couldn’t be brought back. And she had to do it. She had to get everyone back home.

Kirsy cleared her throat, gaining the other girl's attention. “I guess you might be right.” Tala raised an eyebrow, not saying anything in order to let her friend continue speaking. “I need to let myself relax. It’s been five years and there have been no signs of...”

She trailed off at the sight of a shining object in the sky. It wasn’t easy to make out what it was, but it was easy to see that it seemed to be hurtling toward them at a speed no human or all heroes could ever muster. Tala followed her friend’s gaze and her eyes widened. “What is that?”

“I don’t know..” A flash of colors made it familiar to her, though no chance could be taken. She didn’t know who or what was left behind after the Snap, and she wasn’t going to take any risks or chances even after all this time since then. “Do you remember how to shape your shield?”

Tala scoffed, “I may not have run myself ragged but I know how to use my powers.” Without explanation, she closed her eyes and took a breath, the brown of her irises now a purple hue. Purple light engulfed her hands and she began to make a shape with her hands, drawing together a force field that would only grow around the back yard and themselves, leaving an open circle at the top. Once the almost transparent shield was up, electricity surged and sparked at Kirsy’s fingertips. She brought them closer together and tied the live wires, creating an arrow that she was able to shoot into the sky. There was a slight pull when the arrow attached itself, and a jolt went off in her system, and she held onto the rope it created before pulling it down to the ground. In mere seconds the object landed with a loud thud, crashing into some of the targets that were still up. The two let the products of their abilities disappear, both pairs of hands still glowing with the colors of their magistry as they approached the formerly unidentified object. As the smoke from the crash began to clear up there was the familial shine of red and gold. When a cough resonated from within the metal shell, their eyes widened.

All that could be said then was, “Oh, shit.”

“What did we do?!”

“We?! I’m not the one with the shock-y hands!” Tala exclaimed, quickly going to remove the dirt and target dummy remains from atop the man in the suit.

two and a half hours later

“I am so sorry, Mr. Stark. If I knew it was you I definitely wouldn’t have done that.”

“That’s the sixth apology you’ve given me in the past two hours.” Tony told her, a ghost of a smile on his face. “I suspect you don’t usually go around hurtling flying people towards you with electricity coming out of your hands.” The man stated, an ironic tone lying underneath his words.

“Nope—just you.” Tala replied with a grin, not at all letting herself fan girl over the super genius and instead choosing to joke around.

Kirsy glanced between her friend and former chance of saving her other friends. It was weird watching this unfold before her. Approaching him that long ago was completely different than him flying toward her only to end up getting some circuits messed up by two young adults. This time wasn’t a search and beg mission. This time he came to her, and nothing in her occupied space of mind could muster up a reason.

“Mr. Stark..” she started, gaining the attention once more, “why are you here?” She looked up at him. “I mean I came to you five years ago asking for information, which I got, and help that you said you couldn’t give me. We haven’t been in contact since then.”

Tony gazed at her, setting down the coffee the girls made because they felt bad about the incident. He could see the desperation, as well as the fact she practically reeked of it the moment he was fully aware of his surroundings again. He had no clue how strong or weak she was when they had their first encounter, but it sounded like she didn’t let up since then. The force she had in those few seconds of her and her friend defending themselves was something he never thought he would come across; at least not in the form of a 20 year old short circuiting his most recently upgraded iron armor with electric currents that shot out from her fingers. And the other girl? That shield she conjured was definitely something he had never seen before.

After the sneak attack he received earlier that day, he took time to think back to when Kirsy marched herself into his life that day, only to drag herself back out when he couldn’t help her. He was racked with guilt every day since seeing the look on her face when she left, and when the others approached him that morning reconciling with her was one of the first things on his mind.

He cleared his throat noticing the gap of silence between the three of them, and set down the mug in his hand. He leaned back against the chair, shoving his hands in the pockets of the hoodie he wore underneath the suit. “Some... friends came to me today. Asked for some assistance in creating a sequence that would allow us to go back and get the stones.” The girls’ eyes widened, but neither moved to interrupt the stay-at-home scientist. “I didn’t want to help them at first. I was able to build a life past what happened; I couldn’t jeopardize that again. But memories made me figure that I at least had to try. I did it, and I know I told you I couldn’t help,” He kept a steady look on Kirsy, watching the realization form an expression on her face, “but now I can.”

“So you’re asking for our help?” Tala raised an eyebrow, the anticipation eating away at her on the inside while hope and suspicion shared the stage on the outside.

Tony cast his orbs her way as he stood from his spot, now looking down at the two girls. “I guess I am. So what do you say, kid—you ready to go save your friend?”

“And the universe.”

“Yeah, that too.”

The pair of best friends shared a glance of what could only be a flurry of excitement, anxiety, hope and the readiness that was questions seconds ago. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening to them. She spent half a decade wallowing in self pity and staring at photographs pinned against her wall and mirror, missing those she lost more and more every day. Her dad, her aunt and cousin, her friends, her coworkers, her crush. Everyone but Tala was out of her life for good. Well, she thought it was for good. And even though that seemed to be the case a shred of her never lost sight of the theory on what happened and the possibility that she could have done something back then if given the chance she lost months ago. Now that chance was standing in her half dining room, staring down at her and her lifelong friend and not only offering help her way but also asking for her help in return. It felt like her daydream was coming to life and her nightmares could finally cease to exist, and it was already starting to feel like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders.

With a grin in place of the earlier neutral formation, Kirsy nodded her head firmly. “We’re ready, sir.”

A ghost of a smile twitched at the ends of the man’s lips. “Good, then let’s go.”

Tala’s head snapped toward his figure when he started to walk to the front of the complex. “Wait wait wait. We’re leaving now?”

He turned to look at her with a shrug, raising a brow at her question. “Does that sound like a smart question to you?” The Filipino narrowed her eyes at him. “Look—I have a super soldier, an expert assassin, a thunder god, a green giant with glasses, a girl with proton blasts for hands, and a blue space cyborg sitting around in my old tower. Do you think I want to go waltzing in there without an entourage?”

Tala rolled her eyes and a chuckle resonated from the Dominican girl’s throat. The bickering pair looked over to see her already grabbing keys from a side table by the front door. “As dumbstruck as I am right now, I’m not wasting time in taking this opportunity. So let’s get in the car and go.” No one protested while she marched her way out the door, not bothering to lock the door when everyone was outside because how many people were even left in this city for her to lock her house for safety.

A double beep sounded from the vehicle and she opened the driver door. Tony groaned when he realized he would be sitting in the backseat like the third person of any group hangout, but also not complaining to being able to have a driver for the day like he used to. As he was about to let himself into the car Kirsy announced his name and he shot her a questioning glance. “I may not be making you fly to your old house, but if you call me your entourage one more time I’m going to shock you on purpose this time.”

“Testy.” He muttered, giving her a sarcastic look before getting in. Yet he couldn’t help but still see a part of him in her, and his motive of having her on the team for this grew a bit more.

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geek-gem · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on the upcoming Doom movie reboot

This is something I haven't never really talked about. Especially I first went on Tumblr to search for any people talking of it. Yet theirs hardly or just barely anything. Especially I didn't wanna look through the whole thing but doom movie reboot doesn't work.

But just in case if anyone is wondering yeah theirs a Doom movie reboot that's being made I forgot if their in post production or not. But it's gonna be straight to DVD or whatever whether streaming or whatever.....

Basically this is gonna be me rambling and it isn't much of a rant but could be. Also just how I feel like a Doom movie should of gone.....yet also me talking about the realistic nature of why maybe something like my ideas wouldn't happen but it sounds like bullshit considering certain R rated films.

Honestly the Doom movie reboot is a film I'm not interested in. Basically when I found out it was straight to DVD and not gonna be released in theaters. I wasn't interested.

Especially over time I didn't cared for the movie more as time went on considering certain news updates.

Honestly I seriously dislike how this movie just came out of nowhere to me personally unless their was an announcement. It was first found out when one of the actors seriously tweeted about being casted in the film and gonna say I got this from Mr. H Reviews he's done videos on these.

It's kind of crazy I mean unless they were gonna announce it. It's just stupid that it's just so secretive. Especially why straight to DVD why couldn't it be in theaters? In fact as a big Doom fan and Doomguy/Doomslayer fan the idea of a movie reboot that's good is something want.

Listen I never wanna see the old 2005 film. Even though when I was young I saw moments. But as a fan of the series and hearing so much shit about it I don't wanna even see the film.

Well I've heard some little details that are nice but just......it's weird to talk about and I don't wanna sound toxic.

But why can't we have a big R rated fun action film that's brutal as fuck and has a kick ass soundtrack. With Mick Gordon doing the music like the 2016 reboot and the upcoming Doom Eternal game.(2nd edit also music like from Disturbed and Five Finger Death Punch and other metal bands too)

Seriously I have ideas and even casting choices.

Such as the brilliant fan casting of Tom Hardy as Doomguy/Doomslayer. While I feel now these days Tom Hardy might not be interested in a role like Doomguy. Yet considering works like Mad Max Fury Road he might. Also while I've tried to think of other actors but it's very difficult especially to fit the lore. But honestly Tom Hardy kicks ass he fits.

Including other casting choices like Jamie Lee Curtis as Olivia Pierce. While I have thought of Liam Nesson. It's just Darin De Paul is so damn good as Samuel Hayden why the hell replace him. Had to Google Liam's last name and samuel hayden voice actor which is on a Google screen. Honestly this voice acting thing should go to Vega as well.

While yes I'm thinking more of the basis of the movie based upon the 2016 reboot. I've had ideas what if it's a mixture of the original games like Doom 1 and 2. Along with the reboot don't worry Hell On Earth would be the sequel. Basically the whole idea the original games took place in the 2020's but still.(2nd edit still most likely 2149 like the 2016 game)

I've seen ideas people mentioning of what if a Doom movie that's like Hardcore Henry. I've never seen that movie yet I've read the story on Wikipedia and the idea is great. Yet the original idea for me people might not like. But it would be done in a way respectful to the games.

I've seen people talked about Dredd 2012 and how it should be like that film and that film is fucking awesome. But the idea is Doomguy is still Doomguy. Yet the more character stuff you'll get will be with other characters who join along with Doomguy. As a joke he's basically baby sitting these characters and their trying to help out. While it still has Doomguy be this quiet protagonist that really speaks loud with his actions and also in some moments showing his humanity still.

Especially get a reference to Daisy in there some how.

Especially Doomguy is still the protagonist while we have other characters that can talk as they react and try to interact with Doomguy in some ways. Especially if they try to help him.

Yet honestly one thing that got me thinking and I guess is a road block. What about the whole idea is this the same Doomguy from the classic games and the reboot series where he's gone through dimensions and shit. Yes I'm one of those people who goes with that especially with Quake Champions confirming it. Or is it a whole different Doomguy being a badass and has the same agenda. It's a weird thing to think about but I'm probably thinking about it too much.

Yet honestly when I think about it but let me say this. Universal has the money to do this. Their one of the biggest companies and they have the money to back it up.

Or are they seriously scared of what happened with the first film. Is it a big risk probably so to do a film like what I'm talking about it probably is. But we have films that have been R rated and being big box office hits whether their low budget or whatever else.

Also I should get to the big thing.....the whole female Doomguy shit that was tweeted and people were pissed off and it bothered me as well. Especially nights ago I remember speaking to myself watching Christopher Ridge's video on the movie reboot and his thoughts on what's going on. I don't watch his channel much really yet it made me think but still I'm bothered.

Listen I have nothing against female protagonists and....I might sound stupid I weirdly want that in Doom while Doomguy is still the main character. I ignore the novels because people disown those novels and from what I heard they go in a completely different direction.

But I feel yeah Doomguy is the base character for the player. Yet over time the character has I guess involved where he's basically his own character while you can still be him. Especially just whatever story parts while story isn't as important as gameplay it's something I look at. I would like Doomguy portrayed accurately.

Honestly while I've read a comment below Christopher Ridge's video on the movie with the tweet that someone said fans could be assuming or whatever. We don't know if Doomguy is in the movie. I do agree with Christopher or if I remember he mentioned that actress should of maybe not said that or should of been more careful about saying that. Because that seriously bothered me as such a big fan of the character Doomguy/Doomslayer himself.

I feel or might of forgotten stuff that is maybe all I have to say.

Tags done and decided to put this in the charger before tags. I just wanted to mention my opinions about this. Thinking of it I'll post my opinions on the film if it gets a trailer hopefully. If it gets one and not released out if nowhere hopefully.

Especially if we get a film with ideas like mine. Can we get hash tags like, #ripandtear and #alldemonsmustdie #killalldemons and more whatever else

Edit glad theirs no notes on this yet. But I went to the bathroom and seriously forgot adding an awesome image to this because I want to.

I just love that image and I basically want a film like that, live action with some CGI and practical demons. CGI for ones that need it. Along having some story but it's basically Doomguy/Doomslayer kicking hell's ass.

#doomslayer #doom #doomguy #samuel hayden #olivia pierce

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