#no title involved

[raeofgayshine]

Hi okay so I was thinking and then this hit me so:

After the first movie, Larry approaches Ahkmenrah and asks for favor. He needs help with leading the museum, and keeping a balance between everyone there. Ahk already had the experience, and well his tablet did bring them to life so this was more or less his kingdom.

This conversation follows:

“It’s a kind offer Larry. But I don’t want to be pharaoh again.” Ahk stared up at the sky, trying his best to make out the stars against the pollution of the city. “I never wanted a crown. I never wanted to lead. But I couldn’t turn my back on my nation in need.”

Larry looked at him confused. “But Ahk, you were born to lead.”

Ahk shook his head. There wasn’t words to explain how far away from the truth that was. He tried so hard. But he was never cut out for the role of pharaoh.

“One last time. I’m past my prime. But I served with pride. So while we still have time, we’re going to teach them how to stay in line. You and I.”

It was the best he could offer. Ahkmenrah never wanted to be pharaoh again, but he could put the title back on for just a few more weeks if it meant helping Larry find peace in the museum. Together, they could teach the others a set of guidelines to keep the place running smoothly. And then Ahk would bow out. Step down for the final time from being a pharaoh, before it could take anything else from him.

“Three weeks. We have three weeks. And then you, Guardian of Brooklyn, will be the true leader of the museum. And I… I will be just Ahkmenrah. For the first time since I turned 18. I will be nothing but myself.”

[ninyard]

Neil Josten, born Nathaniel Wesninski

[fictionadventurer]

We laugh at sci-fi for how it over-explains technology, but we also need to make fun of how Victorians describe any time period that takes place more than ten years before the book's publishing date.

It's like if we wrote like this about the '80s or '90s.

According to the curious fashions of the day, she wore a shirt of tie-dye print. It may seem quaint to our modern sensibilities, but such colorful styles were a common sight in any public street of those times.

At the time this story occurred, it was not uncommon for young men to wear their hair cropped closely around the face, but allow the hair behind the head to grow until it brushed the level of the shoulders.

In those days, the information superhighway was little more than a crude unpaved path, full of hazards and beset by brigands, so it is not strange that our heroine, instead of entering her query into the search bar on her browser, went to the public library and scoured the books on the shelves for the information she sought.

She and her friends went to the theater to see E.T. How strange to think that film was once at the heights of popularity and acclaim, as well-known in its day as films like The Hunger Games or The Avengers have become in the intervening time.

I get that the lack of video and audio recording made it harder for future generations to experience the details of the past, and that technology was changing their world at a faster rate than ever before, but also, dude, it was only, like, forty years ago, so maybe chill out a bit.

[azaisya]

@just-another-linguist and @melestasflight both requested Fingon which was v exciting. Fingon is one of the characters that really stuck with me the first time I read the Silm, but I’ve never actually drawn him. In my mind this is like a Valinor-era Fingon!

[stars-obsession-pit]

Decimation

Some members of one of the GIW’s top-secret research facilities have made an earth-shattering discovery.

They’ve found a way to make half-ghosts.

The failure rate is high. For every subject they successfully convert, many more are left burnt-out corpses—or worse, as rabid undead that must be put down with force.

It didn’t matter. The test subjects were cheap, worthless. Their countless deaths were an acceptable sacrifice in the name of progress.

Their operative’ deaths when they begin the full plan… those will matter more. Their warped agents may be more dangerous than normal humans in combat, but legions of foot soldiers still have their place. It would be foolish to leave themself solely in the hands of ectoplasmic entities, even if they’re allies and still partially human. Recruiting and training enough replacements to recover the losses would take time.

But it will all be worth it.

Finally, they will have control of a strong enough army to bring their goals to fruition. Those inhuman wraiths will be eradicated, ensuring the safety of the real, living humans and opening up a whole new dimension of untapped resources.

[its-leethee]

2x08 // 6x01 framing that torments mee

[slythereen]

and that’s on ✨manifestation✨

[albino-parakeet]

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Henry Wu made a hybrid abomination? No, bro just made The ULTIMATE Asexual Wingman. (Just ask Yaz and Sammy lol)

Two scientists making abominations together and suffering the consequences, isn't that what life is all about?

Timelapse undercut and version w/o overlay

(Sorry the quality isn’t great.)

Song(s) used: Rachel by kimfitz and Test & Recognize by Seekae

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I have to weigh in 'cause while I am definitely a service-top Erik truther, I do agree with the previous anon who said he could be a sub/top. I think his control freak personality becomes too much at times and he needs to CHILL OUT and relax a little, and the best way Charles can help him do that is by taking control from him in bed and ordering him about, but with Erik still 'topping' it lends the illusion of control while stripping the actual responsibility of decision-making from him.

the council's come to a Rather Unanimous Conclusion oh wow that was easy

[raiiny-bay]

the kids released a new album

[deadpoolsmom]

the current Yonko/Emperor lineup in op is really funny to me like okay 3/4 of one of the ‘Great Powers’ consists of:

- Shanks

- Shanks’ mentee/son figure wearing Shanks’ dad’s hat

- Shanks’ unionized exes (represented by Shanks’ childhood companion/best friend)

it’s literally this one drunk slut all the way down like okay maybe red-haired shanks is That Bitch

[starryeyed-seer]

if you scroll down the next person to comment is also saying 'this isn't about them' and that person is me.

[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

[certifiedbi]

To my non-superbike people of motogpblr, I hope this showcases the significance of the TDOL photo

[moonshynecybin]

obviously we cannot know but i trust your expertise so i will ask anyway: do you think marc cares about the accusations pecco threw alex’s way after misano even though pecco apologised and took it back afterwards? or does he remember still like a particularly predatory elephant and will use it as fuel to destroy pecco next year. i’m kind of on the fence about it

i think he's baseline motivated to eat pecco's heart in the marketplace and then mount his head on his brutalist house's spartan white wall as some sort of fucked up trophy yeah. that's just how he is on a fundamental level. AND theres this subtext to the whole thing where i think he knows that pecco maybe only blamed alex specifically bc it was politically unadvantageous to ALSO pin marc for their portimao clash and he needed a scapegoat in his brain to feel confident going into the closing stages of the title fight... like genuinely marc is obsessed with his baby brother, so theres no way he doesnt fucking remember that and catalog it in his brain as a suprise tool to help us later etc imo. but all that being said, i do marc is invested in keeping things calm in the garage and chill in the eyes of the press, AND additionally i get the vibe that hes just a guy that will match your energy interpersonally. he's a mirrorball. so pecco goes after alex and marc will stand up for him bc hes not a pushover and he loves his brother, but after it all blows over he'll go back to being friendly and cordial in public because thats what best serves everyone involved and because hes not going to be a dick in the face of pecco's exhaustively polite little attempts at small talk

[garr9988]

Let me know if I missed anything.