#master restorer

[dwuerch-blog]

Before & After Stories

Restore — as in something broken and then made new. To restore is to return someone or something to a better, often original, state. It’s a process we admire in the hands of artisans like Chip and Joanna Gaines. They take the dated and dilapidated and transform it into something stunning — a home, a hotel, a barn, all given new life — with a lot of shiplap!! Honestly, who doesn’t love a good…

[agenericplaceholdername]

Wu goes from being concerned about his "old bones" to being turned evil, confronting a failure from his past, nearly aging to death, reliving his youth, confronting a failure from his past (again), regaining his motivation, and then finally directly confronting the embodiment of evil itself.

Underrated character journey is all I'm saying

[ghastimafrix]

lol. lmao even

[alienoresimagines]

Buck: *falls asleep on Bucky's chest*

Bucky: ...

Bucky, whispering: Hello happiness, I haven't seen you in a while.

[mintyimperiatrix]

listen i love Din to bits, he’s one of my favourite Star Wars characters and he was a fucking badass with the Darksaber. HOWEVER…

clearly Bo-Katan owns this weapon. its hers, there is no competition. she held it for one minute and did everything the Armourer said Din should be doing with it. it is simply Hers and we’ve never seen anyone flow so well with that weapon. i love you Din but the Darksaber was reunited with it’s true owner this week

[silvermoon424]

I have uploaded creditless versions of all the 90s Sailor Moon openings! I've also included AI upscaled versions of the OPs. Unfortunately, Toei has not properly cared for the masters of Sailor Moon (not to mention that the 90s anime was broadcast during the SD era, not HD) and as a result the video quality is somewhat poor compared to anime openings you see nowadays.

There have been fan efforts to restore and upgrade footage of Sailor Moon (including the OPs), but I just included videos that were ripped directly/upscaled from ripped videos.

[hawkeyedflame]

i cannot overstate how much postural restoration therapy has changed my life. i can actually snowboard now. like for real, my center of gravity actually shifted back to where it is supposed to be and i can comfortably stand balanced over the board in a way i was completely incapable of last year when my pelvis was all twisted and fucked up. i can't believe how drastic the change is. i can't believe i was walking with a limp for years and i didn't even know it until i stopped limping. and above all, i can't believe how simple the therapy was. i'm like. wow. what the hell.

[vladdyissues]

Pompep Week Day 6: Immortal Husbands

[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

Echoes of Wisdom Headcanon Countdown

༺ Day 96▪︎ 5 Left

When Princess Zelda approached the castle to seal Calamity Ganon, a part of the monster recognized the soul that contained it; Zelda's Sealing power was like Rauru's, which kept Ganondorf's body in place, but was far more powerful overall (in the way that Ganondorf could escape the seal temporarily as the Calamity and Rauru had to die for his to even work). At first, he merely recognized it as the power of the princess before her who sealed the Calamity the first time around, but over the course of 100 years he came to recognize also the Sage of Time herself. Somehow, what was left of the human consciousness within the Calamity began to fear - had she followed him all this way to take revenge? In a similar way, Zelda feared the reverse when she traveled to the ancient past and met Ganondorf. Ultimately, the battle was a closed loop. They were doomed to face each other in an infinite cycle, until eventually the Demon Dragon faced its end. In a way, it parallels Hylia and Demise. I wonder if Zelda ever had dreams of the events at the beginning of time during the Imprisoning War? If perhaps the Calamity continued the same constant struggle to escape like the Imprisoned?

sealing power zelda is crazy and if at any point her powers come back at the same time as her time power, hyrule will never be in danger again she will be so op

[lunarharp]

when an obsessed orufrey person plays ace attorney for the first time in a while

[colesspinjitzu]

i already posted them together last year but i love my little info cards a lot…. 😭 i tried my best to find an accurate ancient greek translation of Cole’s name…..

[ineffablymischievousscamp]

Michael Sheen - Master Storyteller

In today's digital world, celebrity interviews are in abundance - especially when you consider newer mediums like podcasts that have skyrocketed in popularity over the past decade. You can find panels from conventions, access talk shows from other countries, read magazine articles from across the pond. There are so many one-dimensional, disconnected, or just plain boring celebrity guests in this oversaturated market. Michael Sheen is NEVER one of those guests.

Storytelling is an underappreciated skill. In this realm, it becomes obvious that Michael has harnessed this skill exceptionally well. As a master storyteller and world-builder, he captivates with the effortless ease of a raconteur, transforming an ordinary interview question into immersive journeys that leave you utterly enraptured.

You can't help but be drawn in by his passion. It's not just in the words he chooses or the exact experience he is relaying, but the ebb and flow of his narrative voice - a voice that exudes warmth and conviction, vulnerability and authenticity, humor and hope.

Like an artist crafting an epic, he makes it so that you feel like an active participant in the tale - present in the narrative being woven - instead of just a listener. Each story feels like a memory being created in the moment with you, rather than just a mere recounting of events.

I absolutely love when he takes a seemingly simplistic interview question that one would assume would result in a stale, depthless answer, and somehow delivers a story so engaging that you are now on an unexpected adventure alongside him. It doesn't matter the topic - he is just that magical and skilled. Michael must be a dream for interviewers. In a lot of ways, the man practically interviews himself. His tangents are so entertaining, refreshing, and enriching - delivering delicious opportunities to dive deeper into his narratives should the interviewer find themselves brave enough.

Outside of his masterful storytelling, Michael truly just seems like a wonderful human to have a conversation with. He is insanely charming, marvelously chaotic, unabashedly honest, perpetually curious, intensely thought-provoking, and deeply caring.

Do yourself a favor and listen to some Michael Sheen content this week. You might laugh until you hurt. You might sob uncontrollably. You might find yourself impassioned over a new topic. You might leave with a fresh perspective. You might find your faith in humanity restored. You will not regret it.

In closing, we all know that age-old ice breaker question - If you could have a dinner party with any 5 famous people (dead or alive), who would they be and why? Well if it isn't obvious yet, one of my answers would unequivocally be Michael Sheen. He'd be riveting in his own right, but can you imagine the stories he'd draw out of the other guests too?

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And yes, at my dinner party I'd 100% tell him "You've had such a profound effect on my life!"

[oldfarmhouse]

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[2stepadmiral]

“Kriffing Fey’lya,”

An explosion twenty meters ahead marks where the AT-ST fire was slightly off, but it still sprays Rex with dirt. He grits his teeth as he tries again to push the chunk of a blasted wall off his chest, but it’s still no good. The permacrete is too heavy for him to budge, at least from this angle.

It was a rookie mistake on his part, getting too close to the wall when the enemy had artillery deployed. Rex must’ve been getting old. That was the only possible explanation for him making such a stupid mistake, the kind of idiotic move that he had dressed down countless shinies for during the Clone Wars. He had gotten too close, and a stray shot from the walker had brought a huge chunk of wall right down on top of him. It wasn’t big enough to crush him, or even seriously injure him, but it was certainly large enough to pin him down under the rubble.

He gritted his teeth once again as he remembered the two fellow Rebels who had noticed him trapped, and tried to help, completely disregarding his orders to abandon him. Didn’t seem to be much good and being a commander if your subordinates ignore orders like that. Rex idly wondered if any of the boys back during the days of the 501st would’ve followed that order, or would’ve been so loyal to their commander, that they stuck around in a vain effort to help and got mowed down, moments later, by a stormtrooper pressing the advance. He truthfully could not remember. 

He could hear the trooper’s footsteps growing closer now. The son of a hut who had shot the two men was slowly making his way over, inspecting his kill and making sure that the job was done. From where he lay, Rex was concealed from the troopers view, but if you got to close, he would be completely exposed. He tighten the grip on the DC 17 clutched in his free hand. If the trooper got too close, Rex would have a mere heartbeat to respond before the trooper filled him with blaster bolts. Even now, at his age, such a response was trivial for Rex. The question was not whether or not, he could beat the trooper to the draw, but whether or not the blue blaster fire would attract the attention of the ATST. If it did, Rex would be out of options. His A280 rifle had an explosive launcher attachment, and with precise aim, he might be able to get a thermal detonator through the viewport, but with one arm pinned, his aim was hardly at peak proficiency. And since the rifle had fallen some two meters away, the whole concept was rather academic.

The footsteps stopped, and Rex could hear the plates pressing together as the trooper tensed. At least it wasn’t a clanker that got me, Rex thought. An Imperial walker wasn’t much better, but the difference was important to him. He closed his eyes for a moment as he braced himself. I’m sorry I couldn’t do better, General. I’m sorry I couldn’t finish this fight for you, and for Commander Tano.

Rex’s eyes fly open as he hears the distinctive snap-hiss. The trooped yells and opens fire. He goes silent as a whoosh fills the air. Rex sees a shadow pass over him and hears a thud as the trooper collides against the building behind him. Rex strains to see over the debris. He barely makes out a green glow against the smog before the entire area is illuminated by a bright flash.

The walker steps close, the ground shaking slightly beneath its footsteps. It’s floodlight makes Rex wince for a moment before it points down at something in the middle of the street. Rex sees the cannon flash, hears the explosive impact, and hears the hum of a lightsaber in motion. A dark cloaked figure leaps forth, green blade flashing, and the walker stumbles a moment before tumbling to the ground, its leg severed. The figure holds up the saber defensively as he scans the area for further threats, lowering and closing down the blade as he decides that all is well. He turns a hand toward Rex, and the rubble begins to shift.

Rex gasps with a sensation that has little to do with the relief of this pressure. He thought he recognized the figure when he saw him leap through the air, severing the walker leg with a form that he knew all too well. Until he saw the man lift his burden with the Force, he didn’t dare to hope. Now, he couldn’t stop himself.

“General?” He calls out desperately. “General Skywalker, is that you?” It’s impossible. He knows General Skywalker was killed at the end of the Clone Wars, but somehow, he knows. He knows that Skywalker has returned. Impossible things have happened before, he knows. Commander Tano survived, and apparently, General Kenobi had actually survived, and been hiding for decades before briefly, returning to die on the death star, So why not Skywalker?

The figure steps forward, reaching up to lower his hood. Rex gasps at the young, scarred face looking back at him. This is not Anakin Skywalker, no, this man is far too young. But his features are decidedly similar. Similar enough to be a relative. A son.

“My name is Commander Luke Skywalker,” he says, extending a hand. “I’m here to help you.”

He had heard the name before, everyone in the alliance had, but he hadn’t made the connection. There were plenty of people named Skywalker in the galaxy, after all.

Rex took the hand at once. Something in him said to trust this man. Perhaps it was the distinct features of general Anakin Skywalker, that were just visible, or perhaps it was the innate kindness and compassion that seemed somehow vaguely familiar as well. Perhaps the boy’s mother? Yes, that was it. His mother. Senator Amidala. There was no one else that really could be, not after all those holo calls the general used to steal away any chance he got.

“I’ll take the help,” Rex said as he rose to his feet. “We were able to insert the Bothans, and our retreat should have covered for their entrance. Unfortunately, we took a lot of Flack on the way out.” Rex lowered his gaze. “Lost some good people, I’m afraid. Hopefully, this will all be worth it.”

“You’ve done a great job, Commander,” Luke said, his tone so very reminiscent of Anakin’s when he had praised Rex for a job well done, but it was also gentler, a bit kinder, as though he could see and feel the emotions that Rex was experiencing. Somehow, the impression reminded him of General Kenobi. “Now, we need to get you and your people out. I’m here for your extraction.”

“Surprised that Fey’lya bothered with an extraction plan.” Rex commented.

“Actually, he didn’t,” Luke grimaced as he spoke. “I came here on my own.”

Rex scowled. “Kriffing Fey’lya,” he growled. Then he froze. “Oh, sorry, sir.”

Luke smiled. “You don’t have to apologize to me, Commander. I understand your frustration. The plan was rather ruthless in regards to your team, but that’s why I am here. Just a slight change in the plan, one that Fey’lya won’t really be able to protest.”

“Leave no man behind, eh, sir?.” Rex smiled. “You sound a lot like another Jedi named Skywalker I once knew.”

Luke’s eyes widened. “You knew Anakin Skywalker?”

The sound of footsteps on the permacrete cut off Rex’s reply. There were several footsteps approaching, and by the sound of the clinking armor plates, it sounded like a full squad of storm troopers, at least. Rex drew his second DC 17, not bothering to reach for his discarded A280.  fighting alongside another Skywalker? No, he wouldn’t need a rifle. He wanted to fight like he had in the old days, like an ARC trooper. Like he always had alongside Anakin.

“We’ll talk when we get out of this,” Rex said.

Luke nodded. He drew out his lightsaber, igniting the green blade. “I’ll draw their fire.”

“After you, sir.”

Luke smiled. “You don’t need to call me sir, commander. I don’t outrank you.”

“Force of habit, Commander,” Rex replied, his grin widening. Then, on an impulse he couldn’t quite help, he added, “Besides, in my book, experience outranks everything.”



[chrometheraptor]

slowly working through my 30,000+ images on my phone to free up space 🔥🔥🔥

[unmechanism]

fucking DONE, three final essays submitted, only a presentation and three others to go