#things i’ve noticed

[dallasgallant]

Finding photos of the Curtis parents always destroys me, the bottom being the most recent find. It’s not my own family but it feels like the equivalent of going through an old photo album and seeing someone who’s passed.

Also what are we naming the puppy I’m going with Beau… he’s still alive in my heart and just probably one of the full grown dogs we hear in the movie

[fights4users]

Two things here,

Firstly the street confirms that the city is in fact LA, it wasn’t very hard to guess considering the Propensity 80s movies had to taking place in the city. It also makes the whole “center city” thing in legacy even weirder that they’re trying to distance from the real world— when the whole point was the contrast, I digress.

Second is the little sign on the side, that is handmade and likely the original sign for the arcade. I imagine Flynn took out a huge loan for the neon one, but I love the little one. It’s cheap and sparsely decorated sure but it’s got heart! More importantly its listing his games. Just like the gigantic billboard overhead (likely another major loan) proudly displaying paranoids. It’s his little ‘up yours’ to Dillinger and Encom; his little way to credit himself. I can also imagine he tells anyone who’ll listen they’re his games- but most people think he’s just saying that to impress them- except the younger kids. His hard core fans.

[thedeadmoney]

So, I’ve listened through all three campaigns of

Critical Role, and I’ve noticed something funny.

Context: Some of the cast are burners, and go to Burning Man every year.

For about one to two episodes after they do Burning Man they have the most ridiculous and silly times. They are a lot more reminiscent of a normal D&D group and it honestly it really refreshing to see. Lots of laughing and crazy things, and usually a non serious point in the game. It’s kind of where you are reminded that even though they are amazing actors, at the end of the day it’s a bunch of friends playing a table top together. And I fucking love that.

You go on and enjoy the heck out of that post-burn glow!!

[spindlesaurus-rex]

Stand by for another thought that’s incomplete (you love me)

In my fic Hue and Variant I got really obsessed (after deciding they’d both met Milton and googling the Houston Tollway which I have been on but couldn’t remember) with Aziraphale’s CLOTHES.

Because the thing is that they’re SOFT. And, while I haven’t snuck onto set like a gremlin and touched all the clothes, they seem soft IN WAYS THAT THE OTHER ANGEL’S CLOTHING DOESN’T.

And that is SENDING ME. In season one when Aziraphale calls himself ‘soft’ it’s something that’s reflected in those fabrics with their comfortable nap and tactile fabrics and the combination of multiple textures and layers that feels totally missing from, say, Gabriel’s suit. I mean I would need to check the episodes again and take a closer look but it’s definitely the impression I’ve been left with!

This show is taking up so much of my brain.

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

[gothra]

I’ll never forget when I was arguing with a person in favor of total prison abolition and I asked them “what about violent offenders?” And they said “Well, in a world where prisons have been abolished, we’ll have leveled the playing field and everyone will have their basic needs met, and crime won’t be as much of an issue.” And then I was like “okay. But…no. Because rich people also rape and murder, so it isn’t just a poor person thing. So what will we do about that?” And I don’t think they answered me after that. I’m ashamed to say I continued to think that the problem was that I simply didn’t understand prison abolitionists enough and that their point was right in front of me, and it would click once I finally let myself understand it. It took me a long time to realize that if something is going to make sense, it needs to make sense. If you want to turn theory into Praxis (I’m using that word right don’t correct me I’ll vomit) everyone needs to be on board, which mean it all needs to click and it needs to click fast and fucking clear. You need to turn a complex idea into something both digestible and flexible enough to be expanded upon. Every time I ask a prison abolitionist what they actually intend to do about violent crime, I get directed to a summer reading list and a BreadTuber. It’s like a sleight-of-hand trick. Where’s the answer to my question. There it is. No wait, there it is. It’s under this cup. No it isn’t. “There’s theory that can explain this better than I can.” As if most theory isn’t just a collection of essays meant to be absorbed and discussed by academics, not the average skeptic. “Read this book.” And the book won’t even answer the question. The book tells you to go ask someone else. “Oh, watch this so-and-so, she totally explains it better than me.” Why can’t you explain it at all? Why did you even bring it up if you were going to point me to someone else to give me the basics that you should probably already know? Maybe I’m just one of those crazy people who thinks that some people need to be kept away from the public for everyone’s good. Maybe that just makes me insane. Maybe not believing that pervasive systemic misogyny could be solved with a UBI and a prayer circle makes me a bad guy. But it’s not like women’s safety is a priority anyway. It’s not like there is an objective claim to be made that re-releasing violent offenders or simply not locking them up is deadly.

[geminison]

One Last Gift

[bluegiragi]

I was looking through the monster!au tag today in my own time and the brushes I’ve gone through over the course of this comic😭…I can never just settle…

[mumblesplash]

heartbreaking: this viral post is saying things you completely agree with in the most irritating way possible

[dallasgallant]

Not only does Steve have to remind him about shoes but he literally just carries them to the truck.

[fights4users]

Haven’t seen it talked about but the cells have a display screen in them, likely displaying who’s next and that sort of information. Whatever shows up flashes really quickly and it’s either mirrored or not a actual language (I like how it’s mainly numbers,)

It reminds me of the animated concept where it was a lot more big crowd running man insanity (that we end up getting in legacy)

[caffeiiine]

kunikidas ideals have the potential to be self destructive and kunikida can be considered passively suicidal, he is also not the polite and respectful man fanon makes him out to be- *gets shot*

[mossy-paws]

Clementine returns. (PHIGHTING!)

deciding to accumulate all of these into a singular post to make my life easier + so that I can have some more food for you all,,, anyways.

My. My son. Clementine my baby my sweet boy,,, Some of these ARE actually reposts but the first 2 are for sure not :3! (I think at least LMAO), enjoy this :3! I must go back to my hole /silly

(Also a bonus as well )

[cable-salamder]

Mad that they removed seemingly every trace of Misako do you know how badly I want to see her interact with Arin so they can bond over being spinjitsu-doers without elemental powers. Off to make five billion hcs now goodbye

[st-hedge]

(Woah oc) Chronic bastard asshole

[izzystizzys]

the thing about being the highest-ranked and most-decorated officer in any GAR/Guard capacity, fox thinks, is that unsurprisingly nobody could give less of a shit or listen to anything he says. it’s not like he earned those medals and recognitions and perfect test scores or anything, now is it, kote?

or, after the zillo beast disaster, the coruscant guard medbay just so happens to be much closer than the GAR one, and surprise surprise, senators don’t want meatdroids to be treated in their facilities after they’ve just protected them with their lives. fox tries to reason against this. fox is unsuccessful, because no one listens to fox.

which is how he finds himself crammed into a corner along with cody, ponds, bly, rex and their jedi, looking out across a medbay which is quite frankly a goddamn disaster rivalling the fight with the zillo beast in proportions. skywalker tries to step out towards one of the medics, and has to be pulled back by the collar of his shirt by amidala, squawking loudly when he’s nearly rammed over by mauler, crucifix and a shrilly screaming crash cart.

it’s not like fox said this would be a bad idea or anything.

“um, vod”, cody begins, unsure, “what’s - is that guy sewing wooley up with thread?!”

meathook, who is in fact sewing wooley up with thread, and looks about as happy about it as his patient, and who fox honestly thought was going to cry when he announced the influx of patients about to descend on them, snaps something about triage over his shoulder at hound, whose arm is decidedly bent in a way it shouldn’t be, jerking his head to gesture at the rickety cot next to cody’s ARC. fox is pretty sure they salvaged the thing from a dumpster. he slaps a bandage on the stitches that fox fears might be from the same dumpster.

“putting those advanced reconnaissance training skills to use, kote”, says fox, who invariably turns into the worst possible version of himself whenever cody opens his mouth within a klick of his vicinity.

skywalker harrumphs, evidently at the end of his impressive patience. “well, why?! hey, trooper! these men need bacta!”

“do they, now? i’m sorry, i hadn’t noticed”, a low voice hisses angrily behind them, and fox is the only one who doesn’t jump on account of he’s too dead inside to be scared of his CMO anymore. a grave error, he’s sure. “i guess i’ll just go pull some out of my ass along with a tank and painkillers, then! hadn’t thought of that yet!”

warcrime, whose eye is twitching and who is holding a bloody saw in visible consideration of using it, pins skywalker with a look that has had shinies all over the guard peeing themselves. “we don’t have any fucking bacta, you absolute numbskull.”

“but that can’t be right”, cody pipes up again, next to a very troubled looking generals kenobi and windu. fox sympathises very much with the patented migraine-glare on windu’s face. “why do you not have any bacta?”

“because i like to smear meiloorun juice all over my patient’s stab wounds, commander”, warcrime says. “it’s a homeopathic medicine thing. because the chancellor refuses to give us any, genius.”

“what?!” skywalker says, bristling. “that can’t be true! he wouldn’t -“ he’s cut off by his comm pinging loudly over the moaning and crying in the medbay, and warcrime leaning close enough to be heard with a whisper.

“well, he would, and if you don’t believe me, there’s a holorecording of him telling marshal commander fox why biological weapons on the homefront have lower priority and therefore half rations of everything. now get out of my medbay or find out why they named me warcrime, sir.”

amidala, the collective braincell holder for both her husband and the senate combined (on occasion), tugs him out of the way of warcrime’s bonesaw and ire. fox, who very much enjoys not being the primary target of a medic for once, unfortunately also has to be the adult in the room. “sirs, a transfer to the GAR barracks medbay might be a preferable- AH, MOTHERFU-“

“get him, stabby!”, rabid whoops from where he’s resetting thire’s nose, who echoes a much more nasal and muffled, “go, ftabby!”

“get kriffing FUCKED, stabby, you absolute-“, fox seethes, trying to swipe for the medic’s head and nearly planting one on cody instead by accident, who unfortunately manages to evade the swing fox is admittedly projecting very obviously on account of the sedation hypo jammed into his flank.

“medbay rules, sir”, stabby calls, dancing away towards mauler and his crash cart, while someone bumps something solid and flat against the backs of fox’s thighs that he can’t help but tumble back on, already seeing two codys and blys dancing around his vision. “commander fox protocol dictates he is to be helped to sleep as often as possible, sir.”

“a desperate but well-founded measure, i’m sure”, kenobi of all people agrees, and fox waves an unsteady hand in what might be the general’s direction to the sound of cody’s scandalized gasp. “as you were, officer… stabby.”

“traitors”, fox slurs, just as his com-unit begins to ping with an urgent notification. before he can try and answer it, warcrime has ripped it off his arm and flung it somewhere out of his sight. eh, it probably wasn’t anything THAT important, fox thinks. and if he wakes up two days later to a near-hysteric meathook kissing the glass casing of the guard’s brand new bacta tank over and over again, he decides to just roll over and go back to sleep.