#source: death battle

[cidrbutincorrectquotes]

Vendetta: It's Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture.

Dipper: I'm… honestly surprised you know how to say his name.

Vendetta: Of course! He played the greatest musical instrument!

Dipper: What, the piano?

Vendetta: No, no…cannons!

Dipper: …Oh.

[kcuf-ad]

Libby: You know, I once had an imaginary friend.

Molly: Really?! What was his name?!

Libby: Dad...

Molly:... oh

[quotes-from-diamond-city]

*after blowing up the river shack with their potions in the intro cutscene of Remix 1*

Ashley: Does this mean we're friends now?

Penny: Uh, best friends!

[silelda]

Price: Until we know what you’re up against, I suggest you keep yourself out of sight.

Soap: I already got it covered.

Price: Please tell me it’s not a cardboard box.

Soap: The cardboard box is a very important tool for infiltration missions.

Source: Death Battle - Solid Snake vs Splinter Cell

[incorrect-skylanders-quotes]

Flynn: You know, I had an imaginary friend once.

Cali: You did? What was his name?

Flynn: Dad.

Cali:

[incorrectalanbecker]

Yellow: Your password is “passward”, and you don’t even spell it right!

Blue: Exactly, Yellow. Genius.

Yellow: I… oh, wait.

Blue: Wait a minute, how do you know my password?

Yellow: Let’s move on.

[incorrecthifirush]

Kale: Your password is “passward”, and you don’t even spell it right!

Rekka: Exactly, Kale. Genius.

Kale: I… oh, wait.

Rekka: Wait a minute, how do you know my password?

Kale: Let’s move on.

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Cookie: "Now, uh, in my humble opinion, using my very own handcrafted Munitions Measurement chart..."

Cookie: *pulls down a chart ranking various levels of explosives.*

Cookie: "I'd say this blast falls somewhere in the range of Oh Shit, We're Dead."

Dr. Ro: "Interesting, but let's use some REAL science now."

Cookie: "This IS real science! I tested REAL explosions and their REAL effects on REAL people, just like you would."

Cookie: *pulls chart away* "I'm a real scientist now." :P

Dr. Ro: "But that's... wait, REAL people?"

Dr. Ro: "Cookie... where are the interns?"

Cookie: !!!

Cookie: *stuttering* "HEY LOOK! I got you that coat that you wanted!"

Dr. Ro: "Ooo! Thank you!" *nuzzles* "Ah, it's so soft~"

Cookie: *under his breath* "So were the interns..."

[totallycorrectsegaquotes]

Eggman: That? That was your plan?!...Are you crying? Infinite: Yes I'm crying, he hit me with a Thwomp.

[dear-ao3]

behold a somewhat necessary rant about the flank attack at chancellorsville

On this day May 2nd, 1863, 151 years ago, the XI corps of the Union Army was attacked by Stonewall Jackson and his corps in the wilderness of Virginia. It was around 6:15pm, and the men were eating dinner, playing and listening to music, and relaxing in camps. Camp life was mostly defined by organization and drilling, though depending on the man the enjoyment of such activities was varied. They woke early, marched late, but even within this tiring and often somber atmosphere there was life. The XI corps were known for having particularly good music and for playing often; and this night was no exception. They were playing "The Girl I Left Behind Me," a cheery old tune that was easy to dance to and much beloved by many of the men. The sun was high in the sky, but nearly its fall into evening and the light fell through the trees of the thick wilderness surrounding camp. The trees themselves were twisted and thick, causing Major General Howard to believe the thicket was too coarse for their rebel enemies to cut through and attack. The Union line was long and thin, facing south, except for two regiments facing west. Howard had been instructed to spread his line to a nearby mill, but the mill didn't exist to give him his landmark, and so he just kept moving troops further and further out. Then, after Hooker moved several corps to aid in the attack the day before, the XI corps were separated from the rest of the Union Army. The men, many of whom were German immigrants and treated terribly due to typical American xenophobia, noticed rebels gathering around them. Many men warned Howard, and even Hooker- the commander of the Army of the Potomac at the time- but they were met with cruelty and accusations of cowardice. The line went unchanged, and the day went on.

These same men were relaxing in camp, singing, dancing, writing letters home, and doing their usual evening activities when they were attacked. The two regiments facing West were crushed instantly, and the rest of the line crumpled soon after. Many men died without a gun in their hand. But those who were able, grabbed their guns and fought back. They stood their ground for as long as they could before falling back, one regiment after another. Eventually, they were forced to stand before death and fought back the rebel army for an hour and a half. The whole attacking rebel army consisted of roughly 28,000 men. The XI corps barely had 13,000. They never stood a chance.

After the loss at Chancellorsville, those brave men who fought and died in those twisted woods were declared cowards. They were mocked viciously in newspapers around the country, and even mocked by their fellow soldiers. The German men got it the worst, and even within the XI corps they were mocked. Even to now, the XI corps is remembered as a ragtag and cowardly gang of immigrants who could hardly carry a gun. But this is not true. They were ignored, and belittled, and shot and killed through the fault of their commanders. Even now, the rebel losers claim that the battle of Chancellorsville was a great feat won only by the brilliance of Lee and Jackson. This is not true. Their men were seen, heard, and acknowledged by the Union army. They had not had a skillful sneak attack, but had simply gotten lucky.

Incompetence and xenophobia killed these men. There is no excuse, nor reason these men had to die on this day, 151 years ago.

[good-beans]

So everyone was just gonna wait ten years to tell me Bonetrousle fucks

[waitingforsecretsouls]

Much as I theoretically understand why fandom glomped onto the possibility of the tragic Daeron and Addam romance, it genuinely doesn't seem like the closest explanation the text itself offers. One of the biggest implications people see for this is the paragraph wondering about Tessarion's motivations for intervening in the Vermithor vs Seasmoke fight:

Vermithor’s size and weight were too much for Seasmoke to contend with, Lord Blackwood told Grand Maester Munkun many years later, and he would surely have torn the silver-grey dragon to pieces…if Tessarion had not fallen from the sky at that very moment to join the fight. Who can know the heart of a dragon? Was it simple bloodlust that drove the Blue Queen to attack? Did the she-dragon come to help one of the combatants? If so, which? Some will claim that the bond between a dragon and dragonrider runs so deep that the beast shares his master’s loves and hates. But who was the ally here, and who the enemy? Fire & Blood Chapter 17: The Dying of the Dragons — Rhaenyra Overthrown

People tend to focus a lot on the love aspect and basically ignore the alternate possibility offered up, which is hate as a motivating force.

As happy as I am for people enjoying the concept of Daeron/Addam, let's acknowledge that they have neither actual on page interactions nor as much as implied aquaintanceship, and GRRM is the opposite of subtle when it comes to "hinting" at these things for implied same sex entanglements. One line about Addam, who canonically served on his mothers trading cogs, having previously traveled as far as Oldtown, or Daeron enjoying spending his off - time at Oldtown's or prior to his fostering King's Landings harbour or shipyards would have been sufficient, but instead there's absolutely nothing.

Whereas Daeron and Hugh Hammer, dragonseed and rider of Vermithor, do have canonical interactions, both on page involving dialogue and implied by their close proximity, that develops into a plot relevant enmity, culminating in Hugh stating he'll claim Daeron's birthright for himself, as rider of the largest surviving dragon, and Daeron approving the Caltrops assassination of Hugh in turn.

With his brother Aemond slain as well, the greens found themselves kingless and leaderless. Prince Daeron stood next in the line of succession. Lord Peake declared that the boy should be proclaimed as Prince of Dragonstone at once; others, believing Aegon II dead, wished to crown him king. The Two Betrayers felt the need of a king as well…but Daeron Targaryen was not the king they wanted. “We need a strong man to lead us, not a boy,” declared Hard Hugh Hammer. “The throne should be mine.” When Bold Jon Roxton demanded to know by what right he presumed to name himself a king, Lord Hammer answered, “The same right as the Conqueror. A dragon.” And truly, with Vhagar dead at last, the oldest and largest living dragon in all Westeros was Vermithor, once the mount of the Old King, now that of Hard Hugh the bastard. Vermithor was thrice the size of Prince Daeron’s she-dragon Tessarion. No man who glimpsed them together could fail to see that Vermithor was a far more fearsome beast. [...] The lords and knights of Oldtown and the Reach were offended by the arrogance of the Betrayer’s claim, however, and none more so than Prince Daeron Targaryen himself, who grew so wroth that he threw a cup of wine into Hard Hugh’s face. (...) Lord Hammer said, “Little boys should be more mannerly when men are speaking. I think your father did not beat you often enough. Take care I do not make up for his lack.” The Two Betrayers took their leave together, and began to make plans for Hammer’s coronation. When seen the next day, Hard Hugh was wearing a crown of black iron, to the fury of Prince Daeron and his trueborn lords and knights.

[...] Though Prince Daeron was not present at the council, the Caltrops (as the conspirators became known) were loath to proceed without his consent and blessing. Owen Fossoway, Lord of Cider Hall, was dispatched under cover of darkness to wake the prince and bring him to the cellar, that the plotters might inform him of their plans. Nor did the once-gentle prince hesitate when Lord Unwin Peake presented him with warrants for the execution of Hard Hugh Hammer and Ulf White, but eagerly affixed his seal. Fire & Blood Chapter 17: The Dying of the Dragons — Rhaenyra Overthrown

Which seams like a far more (meaning: at all) established backdrop for that musing about sharing loves and hates to me.

Tldr; Less "love wins" and more "haterism transcending death" for Daeron the Daring.

[kcuf-ad]

Yusaku: So as many see this as a debate between characters, others see it as a debate of idiology and culture, and if that is at stake, who wants Goku to lose?

Ai: Ahh, are you sure you aren't overthinking this?

Yusaku: It isn't our intent, but it does call in question at what we are doing. How can someone we think as a fact where fiction is relied on interpetion. Are we stripping characters of their importance as contestens of vacuum of violence and if so, then what is the point?

Ai: smacks him because it is fun! Damn it, man, there is more than 1 way to enjoy something! We are just having fun like slamming two action figures together and talking about awesome characters together and that is okay.

Yusaku: smiles Yeah, you are right.

Ai: I am just saiyan, no matter who you prefer, that fight was Super... man.

Yusaku: That is the worst pun!

Ai: What, it fits them both.

Yusaku: It is so lame!

Ai: I don't see you doing any better.

Yusaku: I do the math, the puns are your job.

Ai: Well, if you mathed as good as I punned, then Goku would've won.

Yusaku: What is wrong with you!?

[t-u-i-t-c]

Giftober 2023 │ Day 15: Grief

Touma + Grieving Kento

[trainer-sean]

Tessa is about to cry at the heartless behavior Buzz just did

Buzz: Y’know, you remind me of someone...almost like the son that I...never wanted...

Flynn: Well, that’s funny. I was about to say you’re like the dad I never had. When I was a kid, he ran out on us to join the army and never came back.

Buzz: ...Huh. Well...how about that? Time to move along, I guess. Nothing to see here...

Buzz: (backing away while whistling)

(Cali, Tessa, Hugo, and Mags stare at Flynn)

Flynn: (oblivious) What a nice guy!

[incorrectalanbecker]

Red: All set to Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture.

Green: I'm honestly surprised you know how to say his name.

Red: Well yeah, the dude played my favorite musical instrument!

Green: What, the piano?

Red: No, no. Cannons.