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[larimar]

nasa

That’s not a giant bath bomb, it’s our Moon!

We usually see Earth’s Moon in shades of grey, but here in this composite photo made from images captured by our Galileo spacecraft, it’s a riot of reds, oranges, and blues. And sure, it’s pretty, but that’s not the (only) reason we colour images.

The unusual colours in this photograph help scientists study what the Moon’s soil is made of. Areas appearing red generally correspond to the lunar highlands, while blue to orange shades indicate the ancient volcanic lava flow of a mare, or lunar sea. Bluer mare areas contain more titanium than the orange regions do. The deep blue patch on the right is Mare Tranquillitatis, and it’s richer in titanium than Mare Serenitatis, a slightly smaller circular area to the upper left of Mare Tranquillitatis. Finally, the small purple areas found near the centre are deposits formed by explosive volcanic eruptions.

The solid-state imaging system on Galileo captured 15 images of the Moon through three-colour filters while the spacecraft passed through the Earth-Moon system on Dec. 8, 1992. When this view was obtained, the spacecraft was 262,000 miles (425,000 kilometres) from the Moon and 43,000 miles (69,000 kilometres) from Earth. Galileo continued on to its main mission: studying Jupiter. It orbited the planet for almost eight years, made close passes by all the planet's major moons, and ended its mission by intentionally crashing into Jupiter on Sept. 21, 2003.

While this image won’t give you a luxurious bubble bath, meditating on all its colours can be just as relaxing.

Image description: The Moon is awash in shades of red, blue, and orange. The top portion is orange, while the bottom is red, and the middle is blue. The edges of each area are jagged, and some coloured portions surround others. There is a very vibrant blue area right of centre. The very bottom part of the Moon is missing from this composite image.

Credit: NASA/JPL

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

Plan. (Pt. 3 of Her Revenge Series)

I was never part of the violence, the bloodshed, the pain, I thought i was being better than them... perhaps I wasn't I think to myself laying in my room at the bar used as a base, Sip of Sin, staring at the ceiling with cosmos and galaxy's swimming together, colliding in beautiful harmony. ...no I was never better than them I was stupid and naive... change will never come unless I make it come.

I stand up my feet touching the plush faux fur rug and sliding into my slippers as I walk my movements are graceful as that of a dancer as I glide across the room and sit at my vanity to just sit and stare with discontent brewing in my stomach along with a sudden burst of fiery fury as I stand the clock reads 4am i scowl and put on my silk robe, feeling cold as it touches my skin like a splash of ice water. I silently storm out of my room, the halls and shadows seeming to cower in fear from my form as they bend to my will.

Walking into the main room I go into the back room where my Uncle used to reside before he was caught. As I walk around I gently examine the room delicate touches as I search the room with no object in mind as I feel drawn to explore voices in my head echoing with past memories silencing as I see plans, plans to break into Tarturaus to steal something. Intriguing I think before rummaging around the nearby areas for a pen and start to modify the plans to steal the object of interest and free my Uncle.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP EVERYONE!!!" I scream banging pots together in the common room.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Shigiraki shouts pissed off.

"GOD DAMN IT I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!" Spinner yells.

"SHUT UP! KEEP GOING!" Twice i believe shouts.

"STOPPPP I WANT TO SLEEP!" Toga screeches.

"BITCH I WILL MELT THOSE POTS TO YOUR FUCKING HANDS!" Dabi screams.

"....Madame good morning." Kurogiri says with a face that looks regretful of his life choices.

"Good morning Giri!" I say happily pausing briefly as I do before resuming until everyone comes into the common area.

"..you couldn't use you witchy shit to get us down hear? You had to cause permanent hearing damage?" Dabi asks incredulously.

I ignore him and show them my plans.

"AHEM.. bitches... so here is my current plan we need more help so hire a bunch of goons to cause a diversion all around Tarturaus and all over Japan in general that way heroes are spread thin we will essentially be laying seige on Japan no one gets in or out for a week. In that time period near the end we will sneak in with Giri's portals and we let everyone out causing a riot and in theory the majority of them will get somewhat far leading even more people away we will retreat for a few hours as this happens then we will return and do whatever is necessary to free AFO he is in the basement level chained up in maximum security. While you all do that I will be sneaking into the wardens office for a... trinket of sorts. With the goons that survive we now have people who have proven there loyalty and there strength and they are also fairly expendable is this plan understood?" I say professionally the playful look in my eyes gone as I allow my eyes to settle into a cold and ruthless look.

"Who the actual hell made you in charge, also how do we make sure Master won't leave with the others?" Shigiraki says doubtful.

"Well I made myself in charge and leave that part to me. Does anyone else have any questions." I ask my gaze harsh as I pause. "no? Great. Start sending out the messages....NOW!!"

They all walk off still tired but doing as I say. I walk off to AFO's office again and start designing a new anti-hero costume I use my magic to summon a mannequin and start working i decide on a heat resistant, hydrophobic, and cold resistant kevlar material with detail pieces of titanium, I have a utility belt with potions, bombs, knives, and guns, I also have a hood attached to a magically controlled cloak so that Edna Mode doesnt get too mad and gas mask, the base of the suit itself is quite simple being a full body suit with high heels that are knives and with gloves along with utilities on my wrists such as vials of pepper spray, tasers, crystals I can fire at people, etc. The whole thing being a deep violet near black.

As the next few days pass the plans are finalised and I study more and more magic until Shigiraki tells me that everything is set in place for my plans.

I send out a message through water that will be said via my reflection the next time AFO sees water.

"We have gathered here today in loving memory of, nah I'm fucking with you all send out the word to start the siege." I say a grin creeping onto my face. The siege is on day 4 as we occasionally go out Toga killing people for blood, Spinner killing weaker heroes, Twice doing something with Compress, Shigiraki sending out Nomus, and me watching the chaos from above.

As the clock strikes 1:12am I wake everyone up for phase 2, breaking nearly everyone out of Tarturaus.

hi V3NG3ANC3 here sorry if this is confusing it will make more sense with the next chapter. Please write your thoughts in the comments! Also I don't think the bar name was ever said so I just out in my own I have no idea if it's a real bar. Love you all 💜🌙

[kervl-klear]

🦊 for Seoltang

🦊 - Would people be rooting for or wishing death for your OC online because of the war?

…………………………………………………

Noeu is looking at Seoltang who is making Coffee. As Seoltang’s Aide, he has something to report but for now….Why is Seoltang suddenly decided to make over 20 cup of coffees in the span of 50 minutes in the middle of a war???

Noeu tightly hug Seoltang, then kneel down in front of him.

Noeu: “Sir, I can have surgeon colonel verify for you that it’s impossible to die from coffee overdose. Do rethink your decision and stay with me”

Seoltang: “Aide what- That’s not what I’m trying to-“

Noeu: “I know people say weird things about you ever since you forgot to zip your pants on national television but you have to brave through it”

Seoltang’s smile crooked a bit, he almost managed to forget about that event. He makes a square shape hand signal with his thumbs and his index fingers then draw a smile on the air with his left index finger, this had Noeu immediately stood up in response.

Seoltang: “Thank you for your kind concern but I would prefer if you addressed your report to me first”

Noeu is still worry but decided to go along.

Noeu: “Very well sir, my report today concern the minute of Area 21 meeting with the intelligence bareau”

Noeu tapped on his laptop to deactivated the power saving mode, showing a presentation slide.

Noeu: “Since you have no social media account, which is a very wise choice considering your work practice. Everyone will definitely wait to celebrate your death. Regardless, allow me to fill you in”

Noeu: “This morning the other generals received an overwhelming amount of online death threats due to the fake leak of North Capital’s documents relating to the recently emerged war between nation A and nation B”

Noeu changed the slide.

Noeu: “The publisher of these fake documents claimed that Northland had been stealing ship from nation A to pirated the cargo ships from nation B, oddly alighted with a statement from one of nation A navy who claim to be a survivor from the piracy before he’s found death in his residence”

Noeu: “The online account that published these fake documents had completely vanished, we concluded that these documents are very specific kind only 3 stars generals and up would knows how to utilized as it is a document designed specifically to be submitted through enclaves in Northland-Bay Hill CENTRIX but none of these documents are found in our or Bay Hill’s system”

Noeu: “Nation B is one of our important imports and exports business partners for many type of essential goods when it’s come to waterway shipments. Our main export is aircraft part which we produce by importing titanium alloyed from nation B. So the defense forces, specifically North Capital are blamed by the civilian for the current Northland’s economic failure”

Noeu: “The other generals had sent their troops to gather more information from the war-side which should rendered the actual instigator motionless for the time being but it does not change the fact that both nation are wary of us and will not cooperate with any troops let alone allow any Northland soldiers on their land”

Noeu: “Clearly this is an attempt to stir riot by an espionage agent who are already deep inside the defense service of our country. The intelligence bureau also report that the results from OSINT and DIGINT alluded to the same directions and so they seek insight from you concerning-”

Noeu stop once he heard a clicked sound, Seoltang is taking photo of the 25 cup of coffees he made.

Noeu: “Sir, are you listening?”

Seoltang: “My apologies Aide, I have to get my profile up in timely fashion so I can put this in the resume I will use to apply for a job at Starducks. I have a good reason to personally investigate there”

Noeu went quiet for moments.

Seoltang is the designer of Northland espionage network and CENTRIX shared between Northland and the other nations, of course his lead is ahead of every other generals when it’s come to intelligence and information. Starducks must have something to do with the-

Seoltang: “You see Aide, last time I attended the conference at North capital. The executives asked me the numeric difference between the IBU of the coffee served in the meeting room and each type of coffee served in Starducks. But I don’t even know what IBU stand for so they tickled me with duck feathers as a warning. They said if I don’t have everything figured next time they will tickle me with heated needles and filmed the entire process”

What in the horizon are they doing at North Capital?? Do they have that much free time??? Noeu thought to himself, now he feels bad for the civilians knowing how their taxes are spent.

Suddenly, Seoltang phone’s buzzed.

Seoltang: “Perfect, I just got a like from an online coffee reviewer”

Noeu: “Hold on sir….you HAVE a social media account? Your existence is supposed to be SECRET! There’s a file about your identity in the B3 here in THIS BASE!“

Seoltang’s ears goes down a little after being scolded.

Seoltang: “I have multiple accounts depending on the industry but I’ve never disclosed anything about myself-”

Noeu: “You literally just published a photo taken inside a highly classified remotely detached facility!!”

Noeu took the phone from Seoltang and started reading some of his posts. It appeared that he did do some activities that supported the hate toward the North Capital officers, a very odd move especially for an account that is supposed to be for things like applying a job.

Then it all clicked.

Noeu: “Wait-did you conjured these online hate because you are bitter that the other generals tickled you with duck feathers over a stupid coffee question?”

Seoltang let out a soft laugh.

Seoltang: “Not quite, I personally don’t care about taking petty revenge on these generals but I care about your safety”

Seoltang: “Conflict can be use in many way from weakening people for threat migration to separating the human resources into group for more manageable organizational systems but surely you are a lot more well versed in this topic than me”

Seoltang approached Noeu and adjust Noeu’s hat.

Seoltang: “Since instigating conflicts is your specialty not mine, right Aide? May be you should rest more, it was careless of you to leave a survivor”

Noeu’s eyes twitched, now finally pieced together what had actually been going on. It’s the reason Seoltang didn’t attend the meeting between Area 21 and the intelligence bureau.

Seoltang: “You’re welcome Noeu”

In response Noeu laugh out loud.

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Thank you for tuning into my frequency. CVL1, RWY CLR. 🛫✨

[2ammotivation]

I've been on the Tf2 train for a little while now. In light of the sudden 7th comic release and the subsequent ending, I've decided to release a concept I've been working on for fun.

Introducing: The Bunker

A team of mercenaries eternally roaming the faraway lands of Texas, fulfilling whatever wild request their employers have for them this time.

Not much story has been worked out, and these are just the character concepts. Let's get started!

Offense Classes

The Lookout:

Health Points: 130

Regular Speed: 130%

Height: 5’10

Primary Weapon: Submachine Gun

Primary Melee: Cricket Bat

Primary Support: Standard Pistol

Description: With a strong love of exploration, the Lookout will go anywhere she finds interest, meaning everywhere. It was during one of these wanderings when her employer grabbed her off the street and offered her a job after she almost him with anything within reach, that being a Cricket Bat. While livid with the hire method, she enjoys the job and the team. She is not careful with her tongue and will burn you alive, intentionally or not. 

The Auxiliary:

Health Points: 180

Regular Speed: 90%

Height: 5’8

Primary Weapon: Tactical Rocket Launcher

Primary Melee: Battleaxe

Primary Support: Stolen Riot Shield (Helps Push)

Description: Finally, some action she could get into! Auxiliary found herself right at home on the battlefield, blasting and slicing her enemies apart as she was never able to before. She claims to have worked as a fighter pilot before being forced out, but this is yet to be confirmed. Auxiliary is the life of the party, just make sure you’re on her side and you’ll be fine. 

The Chemist:

Health Points: 175

Regular Speed: 100%

Height: 4’11

Primary Weapon: Reinforced Rifle (Bursts of Chemicals)

Primary Melee: Iron Warpick

Primary Support: Toxin Canister (Longer Range)

Description: Just showed up one day and has been on the team ever since. She doesn’t seem to speak English too well but knows what to do anyway. Enemies pushing forward? Splash goes whatever is inside those canisters. You can often see her with Bio, inspecting bodies. She seems enamored in the chemical burns she caused, and how they affect her victims. Dead or alive makes no difference. 

Defense Classes

The Blaster:

Health Points: 185

Regular Speed: 90%

Height: 5’10

Primary Weapon: Grenade Launcher

Primary Melee: Ranseur (16th century Italian polearm)

Primary Support: Smoke Bombs (Quick Escapes)

Description: Her mother was humiliated and dragged around in the streets, people cheering and jeering at her even when she had no other choice. Despite being told to run, she watched at a distance and felt the rage fueling within her. Not even she knew where she got the pipe bomb she threw, but the damage was done as she ran and never looked back, jumping right into the battlefield. With mere memory of her mother’s deadpan face and a new love for destruction and experimenting. The story of her lost leg is ever-changing.

The Tank:

Health Points: 300

Regular Speed: 80%

Height: 6’3

Primary Weapon: Machine Gun

Primary Melee: Titanium Sledgehammer

Primary Support: Iron Water Bottle (Heals and extinguishes teammates. Can hit people on the head, but not as much damage)

Description: Due to her unusual strength and rampant personality deemed “unfit” for a woman, Tank wasn’t unused to being unwanted in the workforce. But she was desperate for money, tipping over the edge to the world of crime and piling bodies. Tank enjoys the sadistic satisfaction she hasn’t felt before. Now she’ll never hesitate to bash in the skull of anyone who dares fool with her again. 

The Mechanic:

Health Points: 150

Regular Speed: 100%

Height: 5’6 or 5’7 

Primary Weapon: High Capacity Pistol

Primary Melee: Screwdriver

Primary Supporter: Ball Peen Hammer (Used to enhance)

Primary Support: Blueprinter Tool (Construct and Destroy)

Description: This Norwegian has been part of the team longer than anyone, Mechanic waits, patiently and expectantly, for the days each and every one of the team will disappear. This cynical view does not stop this Mechanic from building to greater heights and open paths, though none know where she wants to go. Other than that, she loves climbing a good tree. 

Support Classes

The Marksman:

Health Points: 130

Regular Speed: 100%

Height: 5’10

Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle

Primary Melee: Blade Gun (Both!)

Primary Support: Pepper Spray (Disorients enemies)

Description: Born in Wales, she came from Sniper-Spotter parents. Marksman strives to live for the family name. Despite Snipers being quiet, reclusive, and serious, Marksman will talk your ear off if you let her. Practical problems are the way to go for any solution according to her, and she will find a way out. She will also burst into song randomly, that’s very important. 

The Watcher:

Health Points: 110

Regular Speed: 105%

Height: 5’9 

Primary Weapon: Pistol with Muffler

Primary Melee: Throwing Dagger

Primary Support: Weighted Rope (hinders mobility) 

Spy Equipment: Disguise Tech

Descriptions: She’s everyone, everywhere, and strikes before you can get a word out. The Watcher will waste no time with idle chit-chat and gets the job done when she’s asked to. Her observation and attention to detail are on point, and this Watcher will never let her target get away for long. 

The Bio:

Health Points: 175 (225 with normal Overheal) 

Regular Speed: 110%

Height: 5’3

Primary Weapon: Y17 Pistol

Primary Melee: Scalpel

Primary Support: The Analeptic (Healing)

Description: She came from Pakistan and joined the team at 19, claiming to be 23 to pass the age limit. The Bio earned the spot after beating the stubborn old medic in a battle to the death, and only God knows what she did with the corpse. The Bio does her job for the most part and occasionally gives in to the whispers of curiosity. 

I had a lot of fun making the characters in Hero Forge, and I hope that you all enjoy the concepts!

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Groupes - Idéologie politique

Depuis l'explosion du laboratoire d'Elysium, les îles de Neferis et d'Elysium ont été plongées dans un climat de tension et de conflit. À Neferis, la répression s'est intensifiée et la lutte pour le pouvoir est omniprésente, tandis qu'à Elysium, un fragile équilibre tente de se maintenir entre différentes factions cherchant à imposer leur vision de l'avenir.

Chromium Rods

SORCIER·E·S EXTRÉMISTES ‧₊˚ La communauté magique a dû fuir les chasses aux sorcières, les traques, les bûchers (Elysium) ou est soumise au joug des moldus (Neferis). Ces sorcier·e·s sont donc pour le fait de gérer scrupuleusement les contaminé·e·s et les tracé·e·s, quels que soient les moyens employés. Iels craignent que l'existence de la brèche soit révélée aux moldu·e·s de l'un ou l'autre des mondes et sont donc prêt·e·s à tout pour la leur cacher.

MOLDU·E·S EXTRÉMISTES ‧₊˚ Qu'iels aient entièrement accepté leur don ou se considèrent comme des menaces ou anomalies, iels estiment que la traque des contaminé·e·s est le meilleur moyen de préserver les deux mondes, quitte à en souffrir.

Copper Shades

SORCIER·E·S SCEPTIQUES ‧₊˚ Incertain·e·s quant aux décisions des leaders sorcier·e·s, les sceptiques doutent de tout. Le secret est-il bénéfique ou non ? Les contaminés sont-iels une menace ou une force ? La marque est-elle judicieuse ou un acte barbare ? Les débats peuvent s'étirer des heures durant et les nuances varier des un·e·s aux autres.

MOLDU·E·S SCEPTIQUES ‧₊˚ Réticent·e·s mais forcé·e·s, ces moldu·e·s ont accepté la marque à contre-cœur, ne voyant pas d'autre option. Cependant iels subissent avec une difficulté croissante les ingérences des traceur·se·s. Nombre d'entre elleux peinent à se faire à leur nouvelle condition et à leur don, qui bouleverse totalement leur quotidien.

Iridium Sparks

SORCIER·E·S PROGRESSISTES ‧₊˚ Iels voient d'un œil bienveillant l'arrivée des moldu·e·s contaminé·e·s et souhaitent leur intégration au sein de la communauté sorcière. Iels voient les différences comme une force plutôt qu'une menace et considèrent la catastrophe comme un essor inattendu de la magie.

MOLDU·E·S PROGRESSISTES ‧₊˚ Ces moldu·e·s sont aptes à accepter leur nouvelle condition. Iels souhaitent être considéré·e·s comme les égal·aux des sorcier·e·s et sont prêt·e·s à faire des concessions, comme le fait d'accepter la marque, afin d'obtenir leur confiance.

Titanium Riots

SORCIER·E·S EXTRÉMISTES ‧₊˚ Leur opposition aux leaders sorcier·e·s est leur unique point commun : toustes sont prêt·e·s à se rebeller activement contre eux, mais leurs motifs divergent. Iels peuvent autant vouloir l'unification des mondes sorciers et moldu·e·s qu'espérer voir s'inverser la balance des forces. Iels commencent depuis peu à se réunir en secret et transmettent des invitations sous le manteau, se montrant particulièrement discret·e·s. La difficulté réside dans le fait de trouver un accord sur les moyens d'action et les objectifs envisagés.

MOLDU·E·S EXTRÉMISTES ‧₊˚ Opposé·e·s aux mesures prises à l'encontre des contaminé·e·s, iels se sentent traité·e·s comme du bétail, mais ont été (ou seront) forcé·e·s d'accepter la marque une fois débusqué·e·s par les traceurs. Certain·e·s détestent la magie, d'autres en ont peur.

[i-love-you-all]

If other agents had a passive ability...

I feel like Jett should not be the only one with a passive ability. And if Riot can program Cassiopeia to be unable to buy boots, and give Jett the ability to avoid fall damage, other agents should have something too. Here are my suggestions:

Astra: Should be able to dodge a flash completely if she’s in her astral form. I don’t wanna leave the astral form and realize I was flashed.

Breach: If a bullet from a pistol, shotgun, or SMG hits his arms, it should do like, 25% less damage. There’s no flesh there, plus, they’re titanium plated and titanium can be used for some bulletproof properties I think?

Brimstone: I always assumed that he had something in his boots to help with impact since he is older. Even running can wear on joints and he’s been putting a lot of wear and tear on them considering his past careers. He should take like 5hp less from fall damage as a result.

Chamber: Should get 100 more credits on a loss. Man just goes to the bank and pulls out more this time :p

Cypher: If I wanted to meme, I’d say camera gun... but really I think he should be able to gain credits for every person tagged by an ability. Maybe just 50 creds for every tag. But he sells information right? He could get some nice biomarkers/false identities off them. or straight up pickpocket them when they step into his traps.

Fade: Should not have the paranoia effect from Omen last as long on her.

Harbor: Should not make any sound when walking on watery surfaces (split sewer, Pearl sewer, etc)

KAY/O: The knife should do like 5hp damage if it hits a person. It’s literally a knife???

Killjoy: Should be able to steal other people’s tech and help reduce the CD timer on her destroyed turret.

Neon: Should do splash damage on her ult if she’s hitting a metal surface instead. Metal being a conductor and all.

Omen: Should move like 5% faster in shadowy parts of a map. (A main on Breeze for example.)

Phoenix: Should take less damage from Brimstone mollies.

Raze: Should take like 10% less damage from friendly fire abilities. Since the original reason why she didn’t take damage from her blast packs but her teammates did was because she was radiant in the sense she was tougher. So...

Reyna: She should heal more depending on the height of the target. So Breach would give way more than say, Neon.

Sage: Should heal more if a teammate gave her a commendation in the preround time. Preprogrammed ones, not the ones that can be spammed by ppl.

Skye: Should be able to track the jellies through walls. Like how you can see outlines with Fade haunts, Skye should be able to see her jellies through walls instead of having to track it on the map. Probably not a passive tho, huh?

Sova: I think he should be blinded more by KAY/Os knife I think. But less by other blinds. Or, has a highlight feature for incoming projectiles so you get earlier warning.

Viper: Should have an actual timer on her abilities. But actually, should take slightly less decay dmg from her double. A gas mask is a gasmask. She’s still more prepared than her other teammates...

Yoru: Should be able to close his eyes on his own blind, aka less self flashes (glares at 90% of the yorus i’ve played with)

[ultimatemixbitch]

//Revamped blog playlist below

BotanicSage - 16BIT Magic [Bruno Mars vs Sonic the Hedgehog 2]

pluffaduff - Ain't Nothing Like A Funky Meme [Mega Mashup]

DJs From Mars - Axel F's Dangerous Resistance [Harold Faltermeyer vs David Guetta vs Knife Party]

pluffaduff - Baby I'm Back IV: The Fourth Awakens [Mega Mashup]

pluffaduff - Baby I'm Back V [Mega Mashup]

DJs From Mars - Back To Wonderwall [AC/DC vs Oasis vs Skrillex vs Knife Party]

DJ Cummerbund - BasketFlies [Green Day vs Owl City vs Coolio]

oneboredjeu - Bone Eastwood [Childish Gambino vs Gorillaz]

Triple-Q - Call Me, Beep Me (If You Wanna Reap Me) [Christina Millian vs Calliope Mori]

Benny Benassi - Cinema (Skrillex Remix)

Tones And I - Dance Monkey

FreeStyleGames - deadmau5 Megamix [deadmau5 vs Kaskade vs Lady Gaga]

Dean Gray (Party Ben & Team9) - Doctor Who On Holiday [Green Day vs The Timelords]

MANSHN - Don't Fear The Reaper

Foster The People - Don't Stop (TheFatRat Remix)

Captain Jack - Dream a Dream

Lammirai - Elementary school gym class: the mashup [Barenaked Ladies vs Los del Rio]

SiIvaGunner - How To Play (Melee) - Super Smash Bros. Ultimate [High Quality Rip]

pluffaduff - Humans in Paris [Daft Punk vs Jay-Z & Kanye West]

OneRepublic- I Lived (Arty Remix)

Bill McClintock - If You Wanna Breathe My Sulfur [Slipknot vs Spice Girls]

Studio Killers - Jenny (The Living Tombstone's Remix)

Reol - LUVORATORRRRY!

Triple-Q - Love Shack Trigger [The B-52's vs Casey Edwards]

Galactic Hole - MAXIMUM MASHUP MEGAMIX [Mega Mashup]

Skrillex & Damian Marley - Make It Bun Dem (Alex S Remix)

NilsOfficial - Never Gonna Wake You Up [Avicii vs Rick Astley vs Chumbawamba]

Avicii - The Nights

DJ Cummerbund - Old Staind Road [Staind vs Lil Nas X & Billy Ray Cyrus]

pluffaduff - One [Mega Mashup]

pluffaduff & KryptoDigital - One More Time (Project Discovery Remix)

Triple-Q - Party Rock Apple!! [Alstroemeria Records vs LMFAO]

Nero - Promises (Skrillex & Nero Remix)

Cryptrik - Riot Police [Hollywood Undead vs Knife Party]

pluffaduff - Rivers of Jordan [Justice vs Buckethead]

The Prodigy - Shut Em Up [The Prodigy vs Public Enemy]

dannyrom288 - Sofi Needs A Bad Apple!! [deadmau5 & SOFI vs Alstroemeria Records]

Andromulus - Somebody's Watching Thriller [Michael Jackson vs Rockwell]

Wax Audio - Stayin' Alive In The Wall [The Bee Gees vs Pink Floyd]

Daniel Ingram - Stop The Bats! (The Living Tombstone's Remix)

Triple-Q - Super High School Level Bad Guy [Danganronpa vs Billie Eilish]

The Roc Is Cookin' - Super Mario's Gettin' Money [Super Mario Bros vs 2pac]

Cryptrik - Teenage Levels [My Chemical Romance vs Avicii]

SiIvaGunner - Titanium - Helltaker [High Quality Rip]

pluffaduff - Turn Down For Crabs [Noisestorm vs DJ Snake]

pluffaduff - U Got That (Supreme Edition) [Halogen vs Riton & Kah-Lo vs Dirty Rush & Gregor Es vs Martin Garrix vs Timmy Trumpet]

Diplo, French Montana & Lil Pump - Welcome to the Party (ft. Zhavia Ward)

Avicii - Without You

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And Orpheus Turned || Sg Ish

God, save us everyone Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? For the sins of our hand The sins of our tongue The sins of our fathers The sins of our young, no!

They survived the first wave. But tides are unpredictable during storms- and now was the most dire of storms to date.

The clouds swirled above them, giving glimpses and touches of the stars and Cyclonus felt something settle in his chest- washing blood from his arms and looking out to the back where the embers of an old bonfire glimmered from a safe distance away from the homestead they’d made into a base of operations.

He looked away, worrying his lip with his fangs- and missed the flickers of shadows that made the embers vanish and reappear; like ghost giving warning, like the flash of seraphim before deadly and sudden judgement.

Aid smiled tiredly, Stardust sniffling but calmer now as she hugged her little brother tight. She was still scared- so scared; but he could see her slowly relaxing as she rocked with Pulsar and he cooed in his toddler speak.

...Belle began to cry. The paradox sniper shushed her gently as he passed her to the modified medic’s arms but still she cried- almost scared, almost threatened, her little eyes wide and bright and glancing fitfully.

In the barn, where the elder children of the family sat in adrenaline-drop fueled silence; the paradox Mimosa sat bolt upright and screamed.

“RUN, WE NEED TO RUN PLEASE RUN-”, as she scrambled up and fell, crawling for her prosthetics.

Lock looked up, hearing commotion from the barn and jogging to catch up with his version of Percy.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, she’s panicking. This isn’t like her, maybe it’s the. The smell? But I don’t smell a thing.”

“Smell? What smell?”

“Of the corpses, Lock.”, said Percy, suddenly worried, “You. You all DID burn the spec ops dead, right?”

“...No, just tossed ‘em in the compost pit.”

“ALERT, EVERYONE UP AND AT ‘EM WE NEED TO LOCK THE KIDS DOWN AGAIN!”, shouted Percy, suddenly wild-eyed.

But it was already too late.

Flechette fire began yet again; snarls and shrieks sounded and Lock stood tall even as his skin was torn in filet-lines, “WHAT THE HELL-”

And Jazz’s mad cackle rang out. He stood, wild and wayward and leaking both life and death as thick tar-like mycelium crawled over his face and riot gear. He cocked a weapon, something heavy and cruel as he stood ramrod straight amongst the chaos of the other assumed-corpses discharged their weapons as well, over and over.

The elder children ran out, battleready and wide eyed and this universe’s Perceptor screamed for them to hide. Both Whirl’s gave in to violence, charging into the fray as flechettes and bullets flew in equal measure.

Stormy covered his face with his titanium arm, diving behind Ironhide’s ancient truck for a reprieve before he peered around it when he heard Jazz laugh. He scrambled back into view just in time to lock eyes with his sniper-in-law; and both looked to where Jazz aimed.

Time moved in slow motion.

Aid bundled the children to himself, against his stomach, when he saw Jazz aim- the gunfire was loud.

Time moved slow- and in a sick irony.... in a circle.

Perceptor screamed, Percy choked on a cry. 

Ratchet, this universe’s Ratchet... howled.

“MULLEIN, MULLEIN NO!”

The plasmabullet tore forward, merciless and vicious just like the bullet from all those years ago- back on a Decepticon battleship when a science supervisor wroked as briskly as he spoke to shut down a security field.

Aid jerked forward, feeling fire and then nothing but wet and heat as he stumbled. 

Stardust stared in silent horror up at her father before licking her lips on instinct and gagging immediately, retching at the red her tongue had swiped from the splatter on her young face. It leaked down in place of tears and Aid stumbled back a step, blue eyes suddenly blank.

He turned his head, seeing Stormy’s golden eyes wide and bright and wondered....

‘Why is... Why is everything. So... so quiet?’

He fell hard to the dust, lungs seizing as his heart went wild and he coughed another red spray straight up as paradox soldiers swarmed the edges of his vision and gunfire continued but muffled.

He heard Stardust sob softly, “B-Baba, baba HELP!” and he reached a shaking hand out as he saw her dragged off and heard the thrum of Stormy’s prosthetic fire and miss in a shaky shot. Pulsar screeched his fear as they were dragged off into the night.

The world was going dim- and then his own Baba’s face was in his foggy vision.

Aid. Began to cry.

“I-ghhurk- hhhh. Hurt- Ba-baba hel’ me I. ‘m hurt an’ hngk.”

“Sssshshshshs, baby, shush firebug it’s okay Baba is here it’s okay.”, stammered Perceptor, his still-healing stitches from his own previous wound pulling and beginning to leak as he tore off his shirt and haphazardly piled it over the much larger exit wound, “It’s okay baby boy, breath for me, breathe for me, breath for your baba now, good boy, you’re doing so good- RATCHET, RATCHET HURRY HE’S BLEEDING OUT-”

The dawn came as Aid sprawled in his own blood and gore on the ground- as his Papa and his Baba and their doubles worked frantically to keep him alive. Doubt hung heavy on hearts as both of the Kikis joined in as well as Aid’s own double.

As the paradox First Aid whispered, “Here, we are no doubt a match and I have good veins, use me.”

The dawn came slow as a family came together to stabilize him the best they could until they could get him into the main house- where a sickly pale matriarch moved them all aside and rasped, “Cori, both of ya. Go get my kit from the bathroom, and a leather rod from the shelf. We need to work fast. We don’t have much time.”

With no access to machines, they fell back to old faithfuls- antiques using antiques to keep the new alive and steady; covered in familial blood and feeling tears mix with it- it burned like acid, trails of crimson aqua regia carving grief and fear down their faces as Aid choked and strained and bit harder on the leather-wrapped wood dowel between his teeth.

Perceptor stood on the porch, smeared in his son’s blood with keyloidal scars agitated by the chilled morning air and smoking a blood flecked cygarette. His double stood next to him for a moment, chewing a lip before sighing.

“...The shed’s empty. No one will hear you there. Just... Just don’t give in to our old urges, precious. We can’t afford another medical emergency.”

An exhale of smoke. A cold glance. 

Bootsteps over dewy grass.

Percy watched him go before retreating into the house, the affectionate mask dropping like a lead balloon into a colder and crueler expression he once thought he’d never wear again. The Whirl he knew looked up to him, and squinted.

“...You told your double to go the shed Stormy is hiding in, didn’t you.”

“I did.”

“You KNOW what could happen!”, hissed the ex-assassin, “Is now REALLY the time for your fucking MINDGAMES-”

“Mindgames, precious?!”, snapped the vampiric sniper, “I’m not playing GAMES. I am making sure every weapon we have at our disposal is primed and ready. I know EXACTLY what we need to even have a god damned CHANCE at saving those children and THE REST OF US.”

“He’s SCARED just let him be scared-”

“He’s not scared of the enemy, Whirl, and we both know it.”, said Percy flatly, “The only thing Brainstorm- Stormy, has ever been scared of is himself. We all are. We all have something inside of us capable of the kind of brutality God looks away from but right now the powers that be already turned their backs so we might as well pick up the fucking pitchforks and let the horns show.”

Percy narrowed his eyes, his smile malicious, “What are you willing to do, Whirlybird- to keep the happiness you’ve found? Because unnless the answer is kill without mercy or question those children will die and we all know it. Am I understood.”

The bodyguard turned husband wanted to disagree- he wanted to plead the case of Maybe but he swallowed the sentimental words and nearly gagged on how much sugar coated the sentiments... and nodded.

“...Will. Will he try to kill Stormy?”

“No. He won’t. But he’s the one who can wake up the Warmaster- something I can’t even do anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m weak, Whirl. You were right all those years ago- I’m a weak and hopeless romantic of a fool when it comes to Stormy. And right now... Right now he needs someone who can still challenge him. Someone to break through.”

Back at the shed, the door creaked opened, then closed. Perceptor slipped in and put his back to the door as it shut, sliding down into a squat as smoke dribbled away from him in serpent’s coils and Stormy looked up- grief and terror scrawled on his face.

“Is. Is he...d-”

“No. He won’t die.”, said Perceptor, “I hope.”

“Y-You hope, what do you mean you HOPE-”

“I mean I HOPE AND PRAY WHAT NEARLY KILLED ME DOESN’T KILL MY FUCKING SON.”

Stormy recoiled form the snarl of rage as Perceptor’s good eye locked on him like a caged beast. The sniper got to his feet, cygarette clenched between his teeth for a moment before it was plucked out and he exhaled smoke and for a moment he looked more like a dragon than the modified medic ever had.

Yet so painfully mortal.

“WHERE. WERE. YOU.”

“I. I-I-I-I-”

“WHERE WERE YOU, HUH?!”, snarled the sniper, “ALL THESE YEARS NOW YOU’VE BRAGGED ABOUT A KILLCOUNT AND ABILITY AND ALL YOU MANAGED TO DO WAS NEARLY FRY CYCLONUS AND SCATTER US BEFORE WE COULD KNOCK JAZZ OUT OF THE RUNNING?! THAT WAS IT?!”

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF HERE-”

“I’M ACCUSING YOUR MOUTH OF WRITING CHECKS YOUR ASS CAN’T CASH, LOUDMOUTH!”

Stormy got to his feet, fists curled and creaking with the force of it, “I AM PERFECTLY FUCKING CAPABLE YOU MUSTY OLD BASTARD HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO PREDICT ANYTHING LIKE THIS-”

“DID I ASK WHY YOU DIDN’T PREDICT IT? NO, YOU STUPID BITCH! I ASKED WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THAT SKILL YOU FUCKING BRAG ABOUT! WHERE IS IT, BECAUSE I HAVE YET TO FUCKING SEE IT!”, snarled Perceptor, rearing up like an angry bull and burning holes into Stormy’s circuitry with his gaze, “YOU’VE SAT THERE ACTING LIKE THE END-ALL-BE-ALL AND THEN WHEN WE NEEDED YOU, WHEN HE NEEDED YOU; WHEN THE CHILDREN FUCKING NEEDED YOU YOU WERE COWERING BEHIND A GODDAMN TRUCK LIKE A SNIVELLING CUNT!”

Stormy stammered, he choked, he bit his lip until it bled and then his fists were against his temples and he felt something breaking and wondered if it was his teeth or his heart.

“I-I-I-I-”

“SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT, STORM!”

“I WAS SCARED, I’M FUCKING SCARED OKAY! I’M FUCKING TERRIFIED OF THIS!”

Perceptor exhaled smoke again, dropping the remains of the cygarette and grinding it out with his boot, “Of what, guns? Death? Battle?”

“N-No I. I’m.”

“Yourself?”

Silence.

Perceptor stared at him, letting the silence build like pressure until Stormy’s chest began to shudder and heave and mellow brass eyes opened wide yet again- he wondered if the MTO realized he’d closed them. And Perceptor stared at him levelly.

“Why.”

“I- Wh- Do you UNDERSTAND what I have fucking DONE?! I’ve committed atrocities no one can fucking VERBALIZE! My brutality was considered legendary, there were entire CASE STUDIES made about me-”

“Join the fucking. Club.”

Stormy’s thoughts screeched to a halt. Perceptor stared at him, tilted his head. Scoffed in annoyance, of all things before tapping the starburst over his chest.

“I died and brought my fucking self back. Self-rebuilding is nothing new in this family dimwit. You think just because you long distance erased civilians you’re some kind of scary boogeyman? Congratulations, you ended lives without watching it fade.”

Stormy’s mouth opened and closed- and he swallowed at the wicked smile suddenly on Perceptor’s face- wicked and remorseful all in one.

“Our Whirl is the source of some of the most brutal killings on record- we used to place bets on how much bio-material would be left when he was done with his targets. Cyclonus? He’s still finishing his rounds of reg-caplets to recover.”

“Recover? F-From what-”

“Years of forced cannibalism does terrible things to body.”

Stormy swore he stopped breathing.

“My Ratchet has stopped as many hearts as he restarted. I’ve watched him a few times. The oath only applies when there’s no immediate risk of danger. And Drift, of course... well. I’m sure you can guess, you’ve seen his cars. Met his brother.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“You aren’t special, here Stormy. You’re story is no different than the rest of us.”

“B-Big words from a fucking SNIPER- your kills were almost as long distance as MINE-”

“Interrogator.”

“Wh-”

“I was also an interrogator, Stormy. I took great pride in how quickly I could gather information- and as part of the Wreckers... well. We were called in to tie up loose ends, not leave them. You can do quite a bit of damage with a few pins and a few old machine shop batteries. So what are you afraid of.”

“Myself, I told you-”

“Liar. Bad liar, at that. You aren’t afraid of yourself, that’s a half truth you’re using to dodge my question and if you think for a fucking moment I won’t break every bone in the face my son thinks is so damn pretty then let me assure you; I’d enjoy it.”

“I. What if I can’t come back again.”

A whisper. A confession. Perceptor stood, calm and cold as Stormy once again had hands at his head but now fingers curled in his hair and gripped tight as though he would tear it out like ancient mourners at distant funerals.

“What if I don’t come back, what if I like it too much again what if that monster takes hold FOREVER and-”

“And if you keep stuffing him in a closet, your children- my grandchildren, will die.”

Again, the silence is thick and heavy like deep sea pressure and finally, something cracks. Like old glass and new bones something cracks and Stormy snarls as he runs at Perceptor.

“YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU’RE ASKING ME TO DO-”

His hands reach for Perceptor’s throat- and the haymaker that slams into Stormy’s stomach winds him immediately and sends him crumpling and gagging to the dusty floor. He glares upwards, at the scars and sneer on his sniper-in-law’s face.

“I am asking you to do the same fucking thing I have to do, Stormy.”, he said, flat and cold and stoic, “I am holding you to your promise, remember.”

“My- My what-”

“You promised me you’d keep First Aid safe. When you took your vows with my son you promised you would. You promised, with those fucking vows I watched you take for him that you would protect him and his with everything in you.”

Stormy felt tears prickling the edges of his eyes again, hot and angry now instead of scared; felt his heavy fang like teeth grinding together.

“And now here you are, hiding away in a shed and wibbling about being scared like the rest of us aren’t fucking terrified too? Whinging and cringing like a cat sprayed with a water bottle while the enemy holds your children? The enemy who blasted a whole through the man you say is the love of your life?”

It’s a white hot kernel at the base of his skull, shivering and burning like a hot lead pellet on a shop floor.

“Sitting here in a pile like some kind of damsel in distress. Pathetic.”

Perceptor kneeled down, grabbing Stormy’s hair in his fist and yanking up to make the paradox Kimian meet his icy eye.

“Some Warmaster you are- letting old enemies victimize you without even fighting BACK this time.”

Something snapped. Perceptor smiled and release Stormy as a prosthetic arm flexed.

“Shut up.”

“Prove me wrong, and I will Brainstorm of Dead Kimia. Stand up and stop letting them kick you around, and I’ll take back every word and apologize on my knees.”

“I’ll make you EAT the words you fucking said here, sniper.”

“Not with a shot like the one from earlier you won’t. I’m going back to house to keep watch over my son. Let me know if you’ve got the bearings to fight back or if you’ve decided to just. Happily be their victim again, like when you were new back your universe.”

And with that, Perceptor got to his feet, his smile smug and something unreadable as he turned back around and dug in a pocket for a beaten up cygarette pack.

The smell of burning and menthol was thick, and Stormy hissed at it as the door opened... and shut.

He sat back on his haunches, once again burying his fingers in his hair and hating how Perceptor’s words echoed in his skull- round and round they chased each other, backing vocals in the tune of his daughter screaming for help as his son cried in terror- as goggled specops dragged them both away and Aid gurgled from the hole through his ribcage like a crater-

Like when he saw the bodies drop all those years ago, like when he ran the last time and look what happened.

‘This time it can be different- it WILL be different!’, bellowed the anger deep within his chest, ‘THIS TIME WE CAN FIGHT BACK, THIS TIME WE CAN TEAR THEM TO SHREDS AND LEAVE THEM AS BROKEN AS THEY WANTED US TO BE!’

His chest felt cold. His heartbeat felt mechanical and he screwed his eyes shut tight as his circuitry flickered and his prosthetic arm creaked from sudden tensing and strain and his breathing began to race.

Some part of him knew- this was a break. Something within him was splitting apart like molten metal or scrap hull plating or incinerator waste or-

‘Or stars. Or black holes. Stardust and Pulsars and the unmaking of the universe to bring it all back in a big....’

“Bang.”

He finished his thought with his voice- his rasped voice, wicked and vicious and cold like he was once before, like he had to be now- his rage tempered with grief, his hate tempered with love. His violence edged with affection and care and he slowly straightened- his gold and brass eyes underlit with crimson as his internal systems slowly regulated. He breathed deep- deep enough for reinforced and once rebuilt ribs to creak from the intake and exhaled slowly.

He opened the door.

Both Perceptors stood there- equally calm, equally cruel.

Percy, his familiar Percy, smiled without it reaching his good eye- and held out something dark. Something dark, and smooth, and lined with gold.

“Welcome back, Warmaster. I figured you’d need this precious- for your comeback tour.”

“We have a lot to get handled.”, said Stormy- a voice like frostbite. Perceptor watched, pleased but mournful all at once as Stormy have the old coat he once wore a quick flourish- letting it settle so familiarly over his frame and using his living hand to flick the fasteners over his chest tightly closed.

That same hand ran through wild curls, disturbing them from their domesticity and letting them frame his face like a stormcloud as he took his brisk and militant steps into the night, towards the barn- where both Ironhide’s hunched around a lantern and passed a cigar back and forth.

Stormy whistled sharply, “Ironhide. Quickdraw. On your feet. I need every iota of force we have in this hellhole in front of me NOW.”

“An’ what makes you think I’ll li-”

The high-pitched whine of Stormy’s prosthetic preparing to fire a plasmablast cut the sentence off; as the Warmaster glared his intent without words until he recieved a “Yessir” and a salute.

Quickdraw- his Quickdraw, with the replaced golden circuitry and steel-framed glasses, looked at him in awe. Stormy smiled wryly.

“All those years you wished to be shoulder to shoulder with the Warmaster of Kimia; well. Let’s see whatcha got, kid.”

The smile the boy gave was wild and crooked, and Stormy’s was a near perfect match.

Percy looked to Perceptor.

“You didn’t kill him.”

“No need to. I know the fear he has intimately. So do you.”

“I do.”

“...But you, even now, only want to hold him in wool and silk gloves.”

“...Yes. I don’t wish for any worst case scenario, but.... The thought crossed my mind.”

“...I know. Thank you. For not inviting bad luck.”

Percy laughed weakly, “I’m a vile and cruel bitch on a good day, double-dear; but I’d never desire death for the ones I love. Give me SOME credit.”

Perceptor snorted, offering the cygarette, “I need to sit shift with Aid. Want the last half?”

“Mm- gladly; mine are somewhere in the kitchen mess still.”

Perceptor faded into the house, and Percy turned to stare into the night as the barn lit up in wild flickering like fire, like a forge-

Stormy’s shadow stretched from the wide doorway out over the grass, like the foreshadowing of a rising titan.

Like the cowl of a renewed and vengeful Grim Reaper.

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M3GAN Review

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So back in November of 2022, a trailer for a movie went completely viral on twitter and a new horror icon was born. Or more like a new LGBTQ+ queen emerged from the fire. The trailer itself wasn’t what got everyone talking. It was one part in particular. One part where our new slasher decides to stop and dance before going after one of her victims. You can call it the Dance Seen ‘Round the World. 

The movie was greenlit for a sequel before it was even released. There was a marketing ploy where women dressed as this new slasher, went places, and did the now iconic dance. SNL did a skit about the sequel where our new queen was partying in a gay bar who openly supported the chaos she brings. There’s even been whispers that we’ll see our dancing queen in her own house at this year’s Halloween Horror Nights event at Universal Studios. But aside from the totally out of place dance sequence, does this movie and its new slasher actually deliver?

If you haven’t figured it out from that description, the movie I’m talking about today is the movie about everyone’s newest favorite killer doll, M3GAN. M3GAN absolutely took off before the movie even hit theaters because of a short scene of her dancing (which was filmed as a joke, but left in because clearly, they know what fans wanna see). It dragged all different types of people to the theater to see it when it came out in January of 2023 and has received praise from critics and audiences alike. Directed by Gerald Johnstone and starring Allison Williams of Girls and Get Out fame and Violet McGraw from the Haunting of Hill House, it quickly became a cultural phenomenon and M3GAN’s sick moves made her a… gay icon? I don’t know. I feel like we’re grasping at straws here sometimes!

However, I feel like it’s a movie that’s been vastly overhyped. It’s not necessarily a bad movie. It’s a predictable slasher film retelling a story we’ve heard before. It does well in its serious moments, has some chuckles, but overall, it depends on who you watch it with. On its own, it’s a subpar horror flick with nothing new to add to the genre, but watching it with the right people can take this generic horror flick and elevate it to absolute riot. Which I guess could be said about any film, but I feel this more so with M3GAN. It’s built to be watched with friends - preferably enthusiastic gay ones who’ll offer color commentary to all of M3GAN’s antics. That’s not me trying to be rude or anything. I don’t think that they knew when making the film that us gays would latch on to it like we did with the… Babadook for some reason. Again, why? But it definitely feels like something they knew would inevitably happen.

But I don’t wanna get too ahead of myself. So, what I’m gonna do is break this blog down into two parts. Part one will be me summarizing the movie itself and part two will be me discussing why I think this movie is overrated. If you haven’t seen this film yet, it’s on Peacock now and there’s an unrated cut which I will be discussing as well. Go ahead and watch the movie, then come back and read!

Without further ado, let’s boot M3GAN up and see what she’s all about!

Part 1: I Am Titanium!

Before I go into the summary, I’d like to state that the unrated cut of this film is utterly pointless. There are no new scenes added and even the gore that they did have to me didn’t seem to warrant the title of “unrated” as it’s typical gore you’d see in any standard R-rated horror flick. At most, they added a lot more F-bombs. That was pretty much it. I was expecting something much gnarlier for it to be considered something they couldn’t release as it was to theaters. To me, the unrated cut is definitely a marketing ploy to get more seasoned horror fans to watch the movie in case they might’ve sat this one out. Not worth the watch really unless you absolutely need to see a child get their ear ripped off.

Anyways, this movie starts out with a commercial. No seriously. It opens with a commercial for a toy called the Purrrfect Petz with a z. Basically a riff off the Furby monstrosities that existed in the 90s and early 2010s. You can talk to them and they talk back, feed them and they… poop. It’s just very obviously supposed to be a callback to that era in time. From there it cuts to a family of three driving in heavy snow. The daughter - McGraw’s Cady - is playing with her Purrrfect Pet on her iPad while the parents argue about her having too much screentime. The mother even makes a comment about what the point of the toy is if you have to use an iPad to play with it. They’re arguing so much that the father starts to veer off the road. They decide to stop and wait out the worst of the snow before finding a place to pull over and wait for a snowplow to come through. Just as the father asks when that will be, a snowplow appears in front of them and rams right into the car before cutting to a title screen.

We then head to the toy company, Funki, to meet Williams’ character, Gemma, as she and her colleagues are trying to come up with a new prototype of the Petz toy to present to their boss. One of the colleagues comes in with a box revealing that it’s skin for the new toy they’re working on. They put the skin on the toy and start running tests on it when their boss, David, comes in asking them where the new prototype is. Gemma decides to show him how far she’s gotten with the toy they just put skin on, but when she does, the toy malfunctions with its head exploding. David reiterates that he wants the Petz project done by Friday or they’ll be in a lot of trouble. Shortly after that, Gemma receives a call. It turns out that the woman in the opening sequence was Gemma’s sister and she and her husband died in the snowplow accident. However, Cady survived. Gemma is granted custody of her niece and takes Cady home.

Gemma is clearly shown to not be mother material. She doesn’t have a dedicated space for a child and tells Cady, as she’s attempting to play with her collectables, that they’re not toys. After getting her settled in, Cady asks Gemma to read her a story to which Gemma mentions that she doesn’t have any children’s books, but downloads one on her phone for her. The passage of time is not very clear between this scene and the next one. We know it’s been a few weeks since Cady’s hospital stay and her coming to live with Gemma, but when the therapist comes to see her, it’s not clear how much time has passed. 

I have a few issues with the therapist in this movie. First off, when she comes to the house, she doesn’t introduce herself. She just assumes Gemma should know who she is. Without the context of whether or not Gemma has seen her, it doesn’t make Gemma look incompetent. If someone knocked on my door and just said, “Hi!” and expected me to know exactly who they are without introduction, I’d probably react the same exact way. The therapist doesn’t say, “Hi, I’m Lydia. I’m here for the home visit.” Nothing. Just stands there staring at her with a judgmental smile because she didn’t immediately know who she is. I think if there was a scene of Gemma either meeting her before this or seeing a picture of her and not recognizing her, it would make the audience think, “wow. Gemma is already showing her incompetence as a guardian!”

The second issue is she seems SO judgmental. I know her point is to gauge whether or not Cady will thrive in this new environment, but from the moment she walks in, she’s treating Gemma like she has no idea how to deal with kids. She makes a remark about them watching TV and still being in their pajamas. Like the kid JUST lost both her parents! If she doesn’t wanna get dressed, then she shouldn’t have to! Besides, she’s literally sitting at home. Why does she need to be all dressed up? I work from home and my idea of dressing up is leggings and a t-shirt which can also be used to sleep in! Then when Cady tells her she doesn’t have any toys there, she shoots Gemma a look like she’s the worst human ever. Again - this whole situation JUST happened. Let the kid get settled in. Let Gemma mourn her sister and adapt to her situation. I don’t know how these situations work in real life, but this is just very unrealistic and as a viewer, you can tell that this is just unnecessary forced conflict. But the part that really sucks is that Gemma’s never really IN danger of losing Cady. Of course we see the therapist pop up here and there and there’s talk of her potentially losing Cady to her in-laws, but like… there’s no weight to any of this. I feel like they could’ve either shown Gemma giving less of a shit about Cady which would’ve justified the therapist’s disdain towards her or they could’ve made the therapist just see she’s trying her best and be a lot less judgmental towards her. Gemma’s grieving, too, and just as equally thrown into a situation she was nowhere near equipped for. Cut her some damn slack!

Anyways, so after the therapist leaves, Gemma has to get some work done so she leaves Cady to her own devices. Later, Cady comes to show her a drawing she did of a toy design in an effort to help inspire her aunt. They have a bonding moment and Gemma ends up showing her a robot she made named Bruce. Keep him in the back of your mind because he’ll be important later on! Bruce is controlled by a human with gloves and he can basically behave like a human. Gemma explains how he works and Cady says that if she had a toy like Bruce, she would never need another toy again. This gets Gemma thinking and from there she builds our girl. Our queen - M3GAN which stands for Model 3 Generative Android.

When she pitches M3GAN to David, he about shits his pants with delight, realizing M3GAN is the most advanced toy ever made. She’s a humanoid computer, even capable of recognizing a child’s emotional state and comforting them. She takes care of everything that typically other humans - like parents - should. A revelation that Gemma’s colleague, Tess, has when she asks when parents would spend time with their kids. She also underhandedly calls M3GAN a way for Gemma to get out of truly bonding with Cady. Gemma defends herself by saying that Cady needs to spend as much time as she can with M3GAN in preparation for the presentation.

We then get to see M3GAN’s first act of violence. Gemma has a neighbor named Celia who has a very aggressive dog named Dewey. Dewey is always getting over to Gemma’s yard and pooping on her driveway, but of course, Celia doesn’t think it’s her fault or that she should have to take care of any of it. Later, when M3GAN goes to retrieve a toy just by the fence, Dewey bites her arm, dragging her into Celia’s yard. Then he bites her neck and head. When Cady goes to help M3GAN, Dewey then bites her in the arm. That sets a target on the dog’s back and M3GAN decides to off Ol’ Yeller. We don’t actually see the dog die or ever see a body so if you’re a person who can’t stand to see animals harmed, this one may be ok for you since it’s just implied, but of course, always approach with caution. 

This leads M3GAN to start questioning life and death - even asking Gemma how Cady’s parents died before looking it up herself. She questions her own mortality and starts to figure out she basically can’t “die” in the traditional sense of the word. Her main directive is to protect Cady and she plans to do that by any means possible.

Of course, when the presentation rolls around, M3GAN ends up wowing the executives. Mainly because Cady has a very real breakdown about losing her parents and M3GAN not only shows them that she can store anything that Cady tells her in her system, but that she actually can comfort and cheer up a child. They’re ready to invest in M3GAN by any means necessary. But through this demonstration, Gemma sees just how broken Cady is over the loss of her parents. She decides it’s time for Cady to get out into the real world and meet some actual children. So, she enrolls her into this school where the kids learn outside in the woods. Side note: why? That’s just dangerous. I’m all for alternative schools and different learning methods, but there’s all sorts of dangerous animals in the woods! Why would you ever have a school where children are put out there like that?

Cady says she’ll only go to school if she can bring M3GAN with her, showing just how attached she’s gotten to her. Gemma argues with her about it on the day of, but the teacher ends up convincing Gemma to stay with M3GAN so that Cady will feel more comfortable. Cady ends up getting paired up with the school bully, Brandon, and of course he decides to bully her which wakes up M3GAN and causes Brandon to take her and run off to a deeper part of the woods. He tries to get M3GAN to play with him, but she won’t since she only answers to Cady. As he goes to destroy the toy, M3GAN springs to life, grabbing his ear and giving him a lecture about how bad boys grow up to be bad men. She then rips off his ear and depending on which version you watch, you either get an extremely close up shot of this or not. 

At this point, Brandon realizes she’s dangerous. She tells him, “this is the part where you run” and he doesn’t hesitate to take off through the woods. M3GAN follows him on all fours which seems like the least efficient way to get around even for a supercharged toy - until he ends up falling down the side of a hill and rolling into the middle of the road. In an instant, Brandon is hit by a car and killed. 

The very next day, the neighbor, Celia, has called the police believing that Gemma had something to do with her dog, Dewey’s disappearance. Gemma asserts that she had nothing to do with it, but Celia outwardly accuses M3GAN. Gemma reassures the police that M3GAN is a toy and couldn’t do any harm. Later that night, M3GAN decides to show Celia just how dangerous she is when she breaks into her shed and douses the woman in pesticides. I actually think the original version of this scene is better than the unrated one. In the unrated one, you do see a bit of her face peeling off before it hard cuts to the next day. In the original version, it cuts away from her being pressure washed with pesticides and shows blood slowly creeping on the floor. It’s that show - don’t tell mentality that makes the original scene a bit creepier to watch because you can only imagine the damage it’s doing to her face.

The police come back again the next day to inform Gemma of Celia’s passing and question her on what happened. Gemma is now fully suspect of M3GAN and tries to look through her system files to find videos of her whereabouts during the time of both Brandon and Celia’s murders. What do you know? M3GAN wiped the files from her memory. Gemma gets caught red handed by M3GAN and deactivates her, wrapping her in plastic before taking her away from the house. This is when Cady basically has a  meltdown. She starts to act out, screaming, crying, cussing at Gemma. Gemma takes her for a meeting with the therapist only for Cady to pull scissors and threaten Lydia with them. 

When Gemma steps in to calm her down, Cady slaps her across the face before realizing she’s gone too far. She apologizes to Gemma stating that she needs M3GAN. She tells her when she’s with M3GAN, this is the only time she doesn’t feel the grief and pain. Gemma tells her she should and actually gives her a good lesson on grief, explaining that she lost so much at such a young age and it’s normal to feel the way that she’s feeling. She also relates to her by saying she misses Cady’s parents, too. After all, even though we don’t know the full scope of the relationship between Gemma and her sister, she obviously trusted Gemma enough to leave Cady to her and Gemma does seem to be feeling the loss as well. I’ll talk in the next segment more about how I feel M3GAN was also a way for Gemma to cope with her grief in this situation, but for now, let’s continue. The movie is almost done!

Gemma opts to skip the presentation and take Cady home for the night, realizing that her mental wellbeing is far more important than some doll. But she left M3GAN in the lab with her colleagues who are working on trying to find out what’s wrong with her. M3GAN hacks into Tess’ phone to call Gemma and find out where she and Cady went while mimicking Tess’ voice. She then springs to life and attacks her colleagues, setting the lab on fire before moving on to where the presentation is. It’s here we get the now iconic scene that everyone knows and loves.

David is trying to reach Gemma on the phone, angry that not only is she not there for the presentation, but neither is M3GAN. As he rounds the corner, he spots M3GAN at the end of the hall and… she starts dancing. It’s such an utterly bizarre scene and even after seeing the millions of memes of it, it still is hilarious in the context of the movie. I mean, the killer starts dancing. What…? Why? She then rips off the blade to one of those paper cutters and goes after David. He runs to the elevator where his assistant, Cole, is heading up. He begs Cole to hold the door, but given that he’s been such a shitty boss and verbally abused Cole on more than one occasion, Cole starts to close the doors. David manages to push through them just as M3GAN catches up to him and stabs him through the chest. In the unrated version, Cole is sprayed with David’s blood, but in the original one, you just see him fall to the ground. After that, M3GAN basically tells Cole she’ll frame him for David’s murder, but then she kills Cole and depending on which version you watch, you either get a very bloody sequence of her slitting Cole’s throat or she puts the blade in his hand and pushes it forward into his throat. The elevator finally gets to the floor where the presentation is taking place and M3GAN manages to escape before the onlookers spot the dead bodies in there. She then takes a car to go back to Gemma and Cady’s house.

Gemma puts Cady to sleep and then talks to Elsie (which is like the Amazon Echo) to get her to turn on the lights in the hallway. When that doesn’t work, she walks back into the living room to hear M3GAN playing the song Toy Soldiers on the piano. M3GAN talks about how Gemma never wanted a kid in the first place and how things have been so much easier for Gemma since she came along. They begin to fight, taking it through the house until Cady goes to see what’s happening.

M3GAN tries to convince Cady that they should kill Gemma and just live the two of them and at first, it seems like Cady might give in to that request, but then she tells M3GAN about another member of their family. That member is Bruce! Cady brings Bruce out and brawls with M3GAN robot-to-robot before using Bruce to rip M3GAN in half and toss the pieces across the room. It seems at that moment that M3GAN is really defeated, but of course that would be too easy.

M3GAN’s upper torso comes back and grabs Cady by the throat, prompting Gemma to attack M3GAN and try to pull her brain apart by ripping the skin and mechanics out. M3GAN gets the upper hand and begins to choke Gemma out. Then Cady pulls out a screwdriver and jams it into M3GAN’s mainframe, killing her once and for all. The police along with Gemma’s colleagues arrive to make sure they’re alright, but as the movie draws to a close, we see that Elsie - the equivalent of the Amazon Echo - has suddenly sprung to life and turns its little robot eye to look at the camera. Hinting at a sequel we already know is coming.

Part 2: Dancing Queen

So here’s the thing about M3GAN. It’s meant to be goofy. There’s a hint of humor laced throughout the entire film and that’s even prevalent in the trailer as well. It was never meant to be taken seriously and is just what they call a popcorn flick. Something you turn your brain off and watch with the intention to just get a good solid laugh out of it. That being said, M3GAN herself is definitely creepy. From the very uncanny way her face moves to her childlike and robotic voice that only thinly hides the fact that she’s a computer and knows everything. We can laugh at her dance moves all we want, but if I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her in my living room - even without the movie’s existence - I would find her utterly terrifying. There’s no denying M3GAN is a horror icon for a new generation. Sure, she’s basically just Chucky, but to me she’s scarier than Chucky because she has the intelligence to match her sadism. 

I’d done a review on the remake of Child’s Play a few years ago and one thing I said is there’s something scary about the idea of the tech we’re so accustomed to and reliant on coming to life and fighting back. The Child’s Play remake had a lot of pushback for changing many elements to the iconic story and diehard fans of that franchise were not receptive to its existence despite it being a solid film overall. M3GAN is basically the Child’s Play remake, but it gets away with being that because it doesn’t involve Chucky. It tells a cautionary tale about our gadgets becoming so advanced that they begin to outrank us. We become mere specks of dust in the wake of their greatness.

There’s another tale to be told here as well and that’s a tale of grief. Cady is a literal child - only in elementary school - when she loses both of her parents in one fell swoop. She also loses her stability. She goes from her home to her aunt’s home basically overnight. She’s scared, alone, and she doesn’t know how to convey any of those emotions because they’re big emotions for a child to feel. Gemma - on the flip side - is a workaholic who is so focused on advancing technology in the toy world that she doesn’t seem to have time for much else. Then she’s suddenly thrust into this guardian role that she feels she has to take. Partially because it was her sister’s wish, but also because she does seem to love and care about her niece. While the movie focuses mainly on the fact that Cady is a child going through immense trauma, it also dabbles in the fact that Gemma is also experiencing a huge amount of trauma herself. 

M3GAN is a trauma response for Gemma. Gemma has no idea how to be a parent. She has no idea how to help a child process such a huge feeling such as the grief of losing her parents and normalcy. Especially because Gemma has no idea how to process her own grief at losing her sister and her lack of preparation for a situation like this to happen. She builds M3GAN as a companion for Cady, but M3GAN ends up being a bandaid over a bullet hole. Cady only talks to M3GAN about her feelings because she doesn’t feel like the adults around her understand the pain she’s in. M3GAN plays with Cady and gives her a sense of normalcy she otherwise wouldn’t have and when M3GAN is forcibly taken away from her by Gemma, she lashes out and becomes incredibly violent. Mainly because she has no idea how to feel the pain she’s in. She doesn’t want to feel it. She wants M3GAN back to distract her from the reality that her parents are gone forever. As for Gemma, Gemma uses M3GAN as a way to do the things she feels she’s incapable of doing. She lets M3GAN do the parenting while she focuses on her work and how to drop M3GAN into every American home she can. But when she realizes throughout the film that Cady is bonded more to M3GAN than to her, she tries to step in and create boundaries for Cady with M3GAN. She starts to realize that having a robotic child basically parent your kid for you is a negative thing. On top of that, she knows in her heart that M3GAN is too advanced, learning at a rapid rate about humanity and following her directive at any cost to protect Cady from harm. Even if that means harming Gemma herself so Cady and her can live and play in peace. When you really think about Gemma and Cady’s relationships with M3GAN, it makes the movie sadder and a bit creepier. These are two people thrown into a terrible situation after losing their family who use technology to cover up the pain and deal with the changes thrown at them.

That being said, this movie doesn’t linger on the actual pain and grief for too long. Despite its 1 hour and 41 minute run time, you don’t ever feel like Gemma is in danger of losing Cady because of her incompetence as a guardian nor do you ever really feel Cady’s pain of her loss deeply. There are glimpses of it, but nothing serious. Because this movie is not to be taken seriously. It’s a movie about a killer doll that comes to life and offs people. And sings Sia for some reason. And dances, let's not forget the dancing.

Overall, M3GAN isn’t a bad movie. It’s just… not as good as everyone made it out to be. It’s fun, it’s got its funny parts, the dance is great, and M3GAN herself is very creepy. I watched this movie back to back - once for the theatrical cut and again for the unrated one - and overall, it’s a movie that needs to be watched with the right people. People who are going to make it fun. Otherwise, it’s just a typical slasher film with minimal gore in BOTH versions (which isn’t like a bad thing or anything. Just still annoyed about the unrated version basically being nothing special) and a slasher who may just be this generation’s Chucky. M3GAN is definitely not going anywhere and I’m OK with that. She’s cool, she’s creepy, and honestly she’s got some sick ass dance moves. I hope whatever they do with the sequel, we get another scene of her dancing as she kills people. Make that her signature going forward. So, for that, I am going to award M3GAN 3 out of 5 skulls. If you’re looking for something fun to watch with friends for the night, this is one I highly recommend!

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[siriuslyhunter]

Thought it would be fun to fill this out so here i go i guess. also this is wonderful for character development

Heartstopper, The Last of Us, The Secret World of Alex Mack

They have Slytherin crests all over them and are mint green.

Yes, especially ones with lots of berries.

A dress shirt and dress pants.

With a runny yolk and fully cooked egg white.

Anything dry and not alive/gross but there are these Post-It tabs i love for marking my place.

Black.

Yes, Soda Can Tabs, Art Supplies, Books.

Asmr and Citrus or Lavender

Lyrics

No

They are really authentic

Pen

The woods, lakes, libraries, in trees.

Yes, but I haven't gotten around to naming them yet

A pastel green with butterfly patterns that ive had for 4 years and my mom gave to me. There are bleach stains all over it.

The Divergent trilogy.

The Stonewall Riots

Elsa from Frozen

Basic Multiplication

Post-Impressionism, Starry Nights/Sunflowers (both by Van Gogh), but I really like drawing in an anime-like style

Depends on the season but generally i like both equally

Riptide by Vance Joy, Moonlight by Grace VanderWaal, Fifteen by Taylor Swift, and Fearless by Taylor Swift

I'm okay at it i guess

No, but I want to pierce my nose and ears, and get a semicolon tattoo to remind myself

Yes, I love making pasta bakes and blue chocolate chip cookies (bc of pjo)

Yea, it's just a basic keyring

I'm pretty good at swimming and I love swimming

Yes, my knight bus Harry Potter lego set was my favorite

No, it's all just thrown in there

Mean by Taylor Swift

Titanium Blond/Silver

Headphones (Preferably wireless)

Yea

An orange dino with a cream-coloured underbelly named Orange who is well loved

Air hockey

I don't mind my friends, aunt, or mom being in the kitchen with me but others bother me

Grace VanderWaal

Scrolling through tumblr/Show Choir

Weeping Willows

Fresh

No

Lights on

Save it or drop it for little kids bc i used to get so excited over finding spare change

Kinda

My Hero Academia

Sometimes, but usually by myself

No, but i have a favorite teacup, it's clear and has xoxo on the front

Lay down outside and look up at the sky bc it looks like the sky is following or read

Quiet with white noise, slightly colder, warm blanket, soft nightlight, and plenty of space to leave myself reminders

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

[theartofdht]

Blue(rabbit) and Angela once again tempt fate at 120mph. Both are androids designed as toons so if they wipe out, their titanium endoskeletons will come out with only scratches and a story to tell.

These are characters from a novel I published in 2020. It's called Nightstorm City and the N-50 Riots.

[bonfirepoetry]

God bless you.

I need to get off twitter before I x off a Hitler

Before I add a red dot to the chest or headshot a Hitler

Fuck it, let's drink

Beat

I light one up and contemplate my achievements

Put them on a scale and balance things, I need amends

Me, I'm in need, friend, it's been a while since I really--

Lost it, like no thoughts served my competence

The news make us digest a gas mask just in case of riots

Violence snowballs violence, Trump almost had the back of his eye shot

Like, they shot Kennedy too, what's the point of going Jamie Lannister

When in exchange, I'd get more violence jamming my hand to get stuck

In the empty pockets of another man, it's done, I'm a body to add to count

The bad kid loves breaking shit, but they steer it to dracos and counts

And to think that Dracula wouldn't bother leeching-- He wouldn't? He'd bite

And soak his sleeves in the blood of streets that we insist to unite

Record my depo in video for it to be seen, all eyes on the screen

That I'm not the one to shoot the man, it all falls between

Wrong or right, ain't it? It's a matter of knowing when it

Unfolds to drawing curtains for a show that costs a sin, pen it:

You're putting up a fake persona, one man army, unbreakable ego

Mistakes, they're shown feeble, twist a bone and it'll sprinkle

Just so we can also point our guns to our brothers in arms

And go dogs, reservoir... But nah, not moi, I'd rather set this off in arts

Sorry if I ain't your perfect role model, but since I resonate lotto

I guess it's my responsibility to speak for the ones out in autos

Don't crash and don't go too fast, that's not how I'd pronto

Mark that as my motto, that's not how I pronto, I've no one to front to

Just like a gun, I've no one to taunt, I don't bling them for fun

But if I'm to quote a dead rapper without all the games

I'd prefer to write another sixteen lines naming the dons

It's mutual respect in silence if I point at torches with names

Not to burn them, but oh well, they laugh with Ks in Brazil

Some carry As to that, so it's a flip-a-coin duel up their hills

Mean that in double, pros and cons, entendre's for real

Kids in kevlar, armored trucks, the way's up, but down, feel?

I'm sick for the time being, awake past 3 in the night

Smoking by my lamp's yellow light, in my sheets with no wife

No boy or girl that was made from whom my dad made

Or in the sense of embraced, so I'll adopt a campaign to aid

Cancelable bars? Something in the lines of going Angelina and Brad

Like, join in, I made me this bread, grab a knife for the cheese

Like in the movie Redemption, I'll raise a roof if must be

I'll raise a church, must I preach, and if must, until I'm deceased

Not uniquely Christ, but like a hard drive from 4 Your Eyez Only

My life'd revolve around a cause, it'd be caused by causes in need of eyes on them

Don't put my name or rhymes on it, but let it sink, no Titanic

If I'm to be titanium, I'll be til my cranium copes with every damn bit

[tlaquetzqui]

Hmm. Given a composite-metal foam is 30% the density of the parent material but with comparable mechanical properties, you could get Ti6Al4V alloy (the titanium armor sometimes used on tanks and combat aircraft) with a density of only 1.33 g/cc. Kevlar is 1.44, just under 10% more.

That presumably means you can replace all the polypropylene plates in riot armor with titanium alloy and it only increase the weight by not quite half. Except apparently the preferred thickness for titanium plate vs. bullets, e.g. the thinner parts of the “titanium bathtub” in the A10 Thunderbolt II, is 13 millimeters—half an inch—which doubles the mass since riot gear plates are normally a quarter inch thick (they’re for thrown rocks, knives, etc., not bullets or fragments). And while it’s twice the weight of something like the Interceptor body armor used for most of the War on Terror (if you include the SAPI plate-inserts), or more, that was much less coverage, and future militaries would have exosuit assistance to help move it.

So yeah guess I’m not gonna bother with multiple degrees of armoring, for my setting’s human military. The standard issue can be plenty tough. (Think whether the exosuit is soft or rigid will vary, with the limbs being rigid and the torso soft.)

Edit: No never mind between the actuators and the suit itself, we’re talking a suit weight of 53 kilos, which is an entire fucking woman. Guess that’ll be the heavy one.

[maiosx]

The Wave Industries Pipeline

Masterclass Living Estates with Restaurants or event hostess on top powered by Doordash AI, Ticketmaster alternatives and Apple’s LiDAR sensors for flying and self-driving vehicles, 2-7 years to go.

Nodoom / a social networking platform designed to focus on life - 5-10 years to go

Titanium iPads, MacBooks with FaceID mmorpg api’s powered by M3 with Ray Tracing - 1-3 years to go

Apple Vision Pro and Pixar AR object formats- Completed Project - 5.5 Years to make. Time to complete 45 + years

iPhone 15 Pro in Titanium - Completed Project - Announced in 2013, 10 Years to make.

GTAVI - Rockstar Games - 1-3 years to go.

Apple’s Project Titan - unknown time frame. 2-7 years.

GTAO - Completed Project - 10-15 years to make.

maiOSX Snow Leopard- Completed Project - 4 years to make.

macOSX Sonoma - Completed Project - 10 years to make.

Generated GDP - 40 Trillion USD

Wars and Events during timeframe - Russia vs Ukraine, Covid, Riots, Unionizing.

Predicted Events - Homicides, Aerial deaths and canabilization of airlines. .5 trillion gdp growth year over year, apple -.3 trillion yoy until FaceID mmorpg api/project titan

[it-seemo]

More Mega Man/TF2 headcanons - Proto Man edition

Because fuck it, we ball.

Continuing from this spur-of-the-moment thing, let’s take a look at Mega Man’s estranged older brother, Proto Man.

The first contrast between the two comes with how much they participate in the initial RED vs. BLU conflict. Mega does not participate at all, under any circumstances. There’s the obvious inability to harm humans, of course, but it wasn’t until after posting that first headcanon that I was reminded of the Emerald-Spears, an anti-robot extremist group in the Archie comics. There’s a scene where one of their members opens fire on Mega Man, and he’s suddenly within his rights to fight back in order to protect himself.

That’s just another reason why Mega Man wouldn’t get involved in the RED vs. BLU conflict - if that survival instinct goes off, and if it goes wrong, who knows what could happen?

Proto Man, meanwhile, not only has no such reservations, but also the iconic, great big fuck-off nigh-unbreakable shield. If he’s attacked, he can cover his ass without needing to return fire. As such, he’s able to be a slightly more active participant in the conflict. It’s still the small things, though - the non-combative stuff. Helping an Engineer move that gear up and upgrading the teleporters at spawn, mostly.

“But wait! Proto Man’s the loner guy! Why is he so much more helpful here than his brother?” Well, first of all, Proto Man almost never goes out of his way to seek out interactions. More often than not, it’s either someone else already being wherever he’s going, or someone coming to where he already is. He only actively goes looking for people when it’s something urgent.

Now, let’s dive into his interactions with the different classes, starting with the Engineer.

Much like with Mega Man, Engineer sees Proto Man more as a human than as a machine, and his whole “gentle genius” thing also reminds Proto of Dr. Light. And actually, the resemblance between Engie and Light is even stronger to Proto, because both create engines of war despite coming off as men of peace. But there’s one very crucial thing that ironically gives Proto Man more respect towards Engie than even his own father - Engie doesn’t insist on repairing Proto’s flawed energy core.

When Engie finds out that Proto Man has a potentially fatal flaw in the device that literally keeps him alive, he obviously offers to take a look at it and, if possible, to repair it. When Proto Man refuses (whether or not he explains why is kinda 50/50), Engie lets the issue drop and doesn’t bring it up ever again. This is a level of respect that Proto has literally never been given before, so helping Engie with his buildings is his way of thanking him. Plus the idea of Proto Man using a Wrench is just very appealing to me. Oh my god, could Mega and Proto be upgraded via Wrench?

Let’s go in the same order as last time, because why not. Next up is Spy. His attitude towards Proto Man is largely the same as his attitude towards Mega Man, in that he’s much more interested in energy consumption and the extremely compact yet diverse arsenal. He also takes interest in Proto Man’s shield, and after bringing Sniper into the room, they test to see how well it holds up against a backstab compared to the Razorback. Big surprise, the nigh-indestructible ceramic titanium riot shield is stronger than a chunk of wood. Spy also finds Proto Man to be a much more enjoyable presence than Mega Man on account of Proto just being fairly quiet, and I can very easily picture the two of them talking for hours on end about god knows what in Spy’s smoking lounge.

Spy’s methods of disappearing are also of massive interest to Proto Man, who even manages to replicate the Invis Watch’s cloaking tech. Spy guides Proto Man through using it, and it vastly helps with Proto’s already-regular shenanigans of just... showing up out of nowhere and then disappearing.

Soldier and Demo have pretty much the same attitude here, too, with both of them teaching Proto Man how to blast jump, but Demo takes things a step further. He also takes interest in Proto Man’s shield and, after much trials and tribulations, teaches Proto Man not only the ways of the shield charge, but also the ways of the physics-defying trimp. Not only does he have that, but an entire new world of movement possibilities are opened up when Demo introduces the Loose Cannon, and starts teaching Proto how to augment shield-charges and trimping with explosive jumps. They still have their three-way blast jump races (four-way if Mega Man is also present), but some days, Demo and Proto have their own races with trimps and Loose Cannon jumps.

Medic. Oh man, poor Medic. He’s usually one of the most excited when it comes to new recruits, too, since it usually means fresh, blank-canvas bodies to perform invasive, exploratory surgeries on. But this is two in a row where the new recruits are robots, and can’t get those kinds of surgeries. That being said, he does appreciate the presence of a more mature individual - especially one who doesn’t go off-the-walls ballistic over how revolutionary the Medi Gun and UberCharge technology is. And hey, even if he can’t surgically implant baboon uteruses into the newcomers, he is glad that a lot of the pressure from being the only designated healer is lifted off his shoulders, especially when Mann vs. Machine kicks off.

Proto Man’s first meeting with Heavy goes something like this; they just stare at each other for a while, sizing each other up, both trying to intimidate the other. And then Heavy just chuckles, claps Proto Man on the shoulder, and says something like “Is good to have more muscle on team.” Proto just sees Heavy as not much more than the big, strong, silent type on account of his broken English... until he learns that Heavy has a PhD in Russian literature. Now, he’s more fascinated by just how much intelligence Heavy seems to be hiding behind the “big guy” act.

In regards to Scout, he’s probably the most turned off by Proto Man’s presence - even more than Medic. Something about the “silent, humorless loner” thing, there’s too many of these guys around here. Proto Man is also not the biggest fan of how childish and immature Scout acts. He would also be impressed by Scout’s double-jumping ability, if Bass couldn’t do that already. I’m not doing one of these for Bass, entirely because I’m just not the fondest of him. Call me petty.

Sniper is a bit more interested in Proto Man than he is with Mega Man, but not by much. His own loner act combined with Proto’s leads to the least amount of interaction with a teammate that Sniper has ever had. When they do have rare interactions, though, they do get along pretty well - certainly much more than Sniper does with Mega Man.

Pyro is a bit of an enigma, and it can honestly go either way. There’s a level of intrigue with just what Pyro really is behind the mask, as of course there is with literally everyone else, but there’s also the much more present irritation with Pyro’s more childish acts - probably because it’s just very jarring for someone so destructive, to the point where even after seeing every aspect of Pyro, Proto is still completely unsure of what to actually make of them.

I’m gonna do one more of these Mega Man/TF2 crossovers, specifically with two old, balding men with robot armies. Then I’m probably done unless I can think of any more crackhead crossovers to write essays about.