#s3e39

[correctrvbquotes]

Fades in on Tucker lying face down in the ground, with Donut standing over him

Tucker: (lifeless moans)

Donut: Come on mister blue guy, you gotta wake up. Wake up.

Tucker: It hurts. Just let me die.

Donut: You can't die, I'm bored! All these girls wanna talk about is chick stuff, and not the fun chick stuff like ribbons and unicorns.

Cut to Tex and Sheila

Tex: I don't have treads, but I often find them staring at things they really shouldn't be.

Cut back to Donut and Tucker

Donut: You see? Boring stuff like oppression, and a hostile work environment.

Tucker: Get Doc, I need Doc.

Donut: I can't. He got possessed by that evil guy and they escaped. He's the one that shot you. Don't you remember?

Tucker: I know. I want him to shoot me again.

Donut: Now now now, sounds like someone's got a case of the "poor me"s. If you were gonna die you would have done it by now! Maybe you just need to realize, you're gonna have to live with intense pain.

Tucker: Get that Sarge guy, have him make me a new body.

Donut: Huhg, we can't. We're out of parts because we overused that joke. And Sarge left with the others to chase Doc. But don't you worry, they left a long time ago, so I'm sure they'll be back any minute. Simmons had a fool-proof plan to catch him.

[everythingisliminal]

AAAAAAAAAAHHH NOW I LOVE WEVA VUDOL TOOOOOO.

Grave Mystic Weva Vudol meeting Laudna like 👀👀👀

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

the whiplash of s3e39 of hoa is my favorite thing on the planet

[rpgbot]

ARcana: Mirrorscape's Immersive 3d Augmented Reality Tabletop Roleplaying Platform (with Teasers!) - RPGBOT.News S3E39

On this episode of the RPGBOT.News, we talk to the team from Mirrorscape about ARcana, the AR/VR virtual tabletop. We discuss how ARcana works, what the AR/VR experience has to offer which traditional VTTs can't match, and the exciting future of ARcana as AR/VR technology becomes increasingly accessible.

[anathemaegg]

as of s3e39 I am seeing Shrue as something of a promised bride (or widow of wounds!), about to throw their lot in with one defiant god or another to bring the horrific system down…

It begins at dusk.

Upon the empty flats of the lower delta, with a promised bride looking out across the endless water.

She’s been warned all her life about coming here, to the banks of the great nameless river.

Because the river, to the lifelong and generational enmity of the people who live in the broken village, will not obey. 

During the harvest season, it floods its banks, drowning their fields in rich, sluggish silt. 

During the planting season, it retreats sulkily out of sight, leaving behind parched ditches of cracked mud for the farmers to pick over.

Fish, when they do come up, come up wrong. Either on the surface, or when you split them open.

Wicked children who dare to play in the shallows usually come back safe and sound to the broken village. 

But there are occasional days and nights when they don’t, and their grieving families will carry out a fruitless search amongst the reeds, uncovering a complete absence of bodies or footprints but stumbling across freshly discarded debris that seems to have come from another time and a place entirely.

Old glass bottles. Wheels of twisted black rubber. The coiled, slippery bodies of ancient eels and strange, twitching crabs.

All across the face of the Peninsula, scattered and hidden, are tenuous places - and this is a tenuous place if there ever was one.

She should not be here, lingering upon the cusp of dark and impossible depths.

She’s been forbidden against coming here alone, but today she needs to be alone, and this is the only place for miles that’s lonely enough.

Because tomorrow is her wedding day, and her long white dress is waiting for her upon her bed, and her relatives have flocked to town from all across the countryside, and she has nowhere else to go.

The promised bride is hoping, quietly and gently, that something dreadful will happen to her.

Murder, or lightning-strike, or simply sinking accidentally into the silt.

Something, anything, needs to happen to her to stop what’s coming for her tomorrow.

Her tears strike the dark water. The surface breaks, and changes.

And in the spreading ripples, she sees a reflection that is not her own.

There is a garden beneath the river. 

It’s been there all along, she realises. Waiting for her to become capable of seeing it.

And the things that grow and flourish there are living and bright like nothing that grows above, and the one who tends to the garden is brighter and more beautiful than any man could be.

The girl looks down.

The Trawler-man looks back up.

Future generations will argue about exactly how he is portrayed, with certain depictions tending towards the ornately angelic or even monstrously crustacean. 

But I like the simplicity of how it was taught to me.

A figure that’s always still, and never certain.

The Trawler-man wears a grey mackintosh and a hood, and it ripples and changes with the currents, just as his skin ripples and changes.

He turns one face towards you when he wants to listen, and another face when he wants to speak.

“Why are you crying?” he asks, and when he’s spoken, he turns the first of his faces away from her.

“Tomorrow is the Day of Going Forth,” the promised bride tells him. “Which means that tomorrow I will be married. And I know that this is certain, because all of the arrangements have already been made, and everyone keeps telling me how happy I must be at last.”

“But I also know that it can’t be true, because this is not who I am. It is not who I will ever be.

I cannot give myself up to be shaped by this match and this commitment. I cannot be bound into this life that they have planned for me.”

“Then become something else,” the Trawler-man says, with the first of his two faces. “My currents are kind, and your flesh is pliant. I will make you something that cannot be bound.”

“But I am afraid,” the promised bride replies. “I have seen the bodies that come back from below. I have seen the obscene outcomes of the dreadful river.”

The Trawler-man laughs, and says,

“They send you to their factories and fields to harden your palms, burden your back and choke your lungs. They strip you of your dignity and they turn your hair white and your gums bloody as they rot you from within. Why should their outcomes be natural, and mine obscene?”

The young bride says,

“But either way I become a vessel - for your purposes or for theirs.”

The Trawler-man tells her,

“You are a vessel, no more than that; to be anything else would be in excess of your own nature. Come. Bear me a gift, and I shall leave you something in return.”

He extends a sodden hand. One of his smiles is kindly.

The promised bride turns and gazes out over the empty plains, back towards the road that will lead her to the broken village and her wedding day tomorrow.

She turns back again.

She plunges downwards, into the garden beneath the river.

[lenok993]

Goddammit these scenes are interesting and at the same time they’re so important for character development! Araki! Isayama! WHY?

[canon-rivamika]

are they gonna cut or did they cut the mikasa saying she believes in levi and they should follow him to jean and the others when they were reluctant about levi's orders?

You mean this one right nonnie?

I don’t know. They did skip it but it could very well be included later. Remember Jean & co. were reluctant at that time mostly because they thought Levi was too harsh on Historia, and that didn’t happen (yet) in the anime.

Or maybe the anime team thought Mikasa relaying Levi’s warning and going ahead of the team without hesitating was a better replacement to that scene?

Everything is out of place, and while it’s exciting (and even stressful) to see what changes are being made to the original material every week we can’t make a full judgement until we’re close to the end of this arc!

[correctrvbquotes]

View is solidly in Battle Creek

Sarge: Caboose, we have to break this neverending cycle of attack and retaliation, either by A) convincing the two sides to live in peace, or B) by getting ourselves completely involved, and kicking some serious ass! I vote B.

Caboose: I have a plan Sergeant, but we will have to move quick. Listen: (Whispering) whisper whisper whisper. Do you think that will work?

Sarge: That's your plan? All you said was "whisper whisper whisper."

Caboose: I know. I just wanted to be the one with the plan for once.

Sarge: Hgggh, come on. I have an idea.

[sailormoonblue]

Sailor Guardians S3E39

[suzuyajuzoo]

Shingeki no Kyojin S3E39 || Bloody Levi ↳ “Shit… If this keeps us, I’ll lose my team, Eren and Historia too. Tsk.”

[scribbledbyhand]

S3E39 ... Wohohooo! You must admit, this was a monumental and exciting story ... all the emotions ... and Reid unwrapping Susan one of the sexiest moments that I drew so far 😁 I hope you had half of the fun I had while making it and you looking forward to the next one. 

Background information: This story was inspired by the first episode of the second season of ‘‚Absolutely Fabulous’ - one of my my favourite comedies - with the brilliant Jennifer Saunders and Joanna Lumley.

[0ojefferyo0]

《Brief scene》

We bare bears - S3E39 - Hurricane Hal

My heart almost stopped when I was watching this scene.

I will start to draw some scenes like this which is unforgettable to me. For fun and also for some practice.

Hope you guys will like it:D

[rtrixie]

The Revolutionary Wars, 1776-1815: Part 1

I left Sam and Paddy Tarleton for two hours and full-Angloposting happened. 

In this first episode of a three part series on the American War of Independence to the end of the War of 1812, we talk about Englishness in the New World, identity and sub-identity and why unironically George III did nothing wrong.