Genuinely obsessed with the three unnamed kids from HTTYD: Homecoming.
Why are you like this, small children?
LOOK AT THEIR FACES
This one kid never uncrosses his arms and it's GREAT
"What is that weird old guy doing?" (Also, when did the blond girl put on a copy of her friend's shawl? Did she pull it out from somewhere when we weren't looking?)
"Should we maybe get him some help?"
"Let's just get out of here." "Yeah, sounds like a good idea." (And I stand corrected-- he DOES uncross his arms sometimes.)
Is that the same kid in the back right? I think so. And look, he's sitting with some other, smaller child! Is that his brother, or is he just being nice and looking after a younger boy?
Alright, I think that's the tall girl in the middle left (four rows back), wearing that same red shawl. And there's the pouty boy in the front right (to the left of the child who looks like their head is sitting on top of a lantern), next to the same little boy as before-- and he's actually smiling! But where's the blond girl with the hat? Do any of you see her?
He's still here, but the kid next to him seems to have disappeared. The seat is empty, though, so maybe the small child just got up to use the little Vikings' room. But WHERE'S THE BLOND GIRL???
Okay, I spotted him at least THREE TIMES in this one frame. (Four, if you count the kid behind and to the right of Zephyr, who's got the same hairstyle but a different colored shirt.) Are they triplets, or is Dreamworks just trying to be sneaky with repeating character models? I SEE YOU THERE, YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME!!! (The tall girl doesn't seem to be in this shot, though, and STILL no sign of the blond girl. WHERE IS SHE???)
He's in this frame twice, but the blond girl STILL doesn't even get to be here even once??? SMH. (Side note, that one boy in the yellow shirt is in here AT LEAST five or six times. Three of the copies are literally SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!!)
At least both versions of him are excited here.
Awww, he let that scared little kid over there hold onto his arm! (Not the same little boy he was sitting with earlier, but that's fine. Maybe younger kids just like being near him.)
Tall girl in the red shawl has reappeared (to the the left of the guy in the middle) and I THINK that's the blond girl (on the middle guy's other side). She's got the same haircut and dress, she just isn't wearing that hat. Where's your hat, sweetie?
Aww, look!!! They really ARE good kids! (And the hat's back! YES!!!)
Mad respect for the tall girl who got her friends to do the hard, dangerous part and just gets to stand there bossing them around. You go, girl!
"How's that?" "I think we're good!"
ANYWAY, this has been an appreciation post for these three specific children and these three specific children ONLY.
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i have a possibly controversial opinion to say
obviously, some media is just copaganda, trying to make you view the police in a more positive light so you don't think about their wrongdoings
but you know how some media seems to be very anti police, until one character shows up and is a good cop?
people insist this is copaganda too, and they may be right. the idea of no good cops is real, bc the system itself is corrupt
however. i want to apply good faith reading for a second. at least to the independent creators who make these pieces of media. and say that maybe this is less a reflection of real life (as in, it's not that they think there are good cops irl), but rather what they HOPE real life was like
most of us are taught from a very young age to always trust the police and to go to cops when we're in need of help. as time goes on, however, many of us unlearn that sentiment, from observing cops' behavior and violence.
still, it makes sense for some people to hold onto hope that there are good cops. that if they ask for help, someone will give it to them. and they may not express it out loud - they may not even realize that hope is there at all - but it will be expressed in their art
i think the fictional trope of "one good cop in a corrupt system" (or the subtrope of it, "one good cop who's gonna fix the system from the inside") is not necessarily an antithesis to anti cop mentalities. i think it's more of an embodiment of a somewhat childish hope that some ppl have no choice but to cling to, because it's better than realizing no one can help you
now I'm not saying we shouldn't call this out or point out why it's harmful. but i do think that, again, at least with independent creators who could very easily read any comment you make about their art, we should try to apply this good faith reading here and there and be at least more gentle in our criticism of it.
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All of these prompts sound fascinating! Being super into Ice, I'd be really interested in 4, 15, 22 and 31, but any writing of yours is a gift.
It wans't in any of my plans to actually write on of that prompts AHAHAH but anyway i can't say no, but it's gonna be an extension of the prompt more than a ff? I'm probably going to go back on them at some point when the fucking inventary will stop killing me. So thank you so much for your kind words and i'm really sorry if it's not what you were expecting.
-#04: Can't pass out
"We had a pact, Admiral" a voice says, from the door.
"No. You, my husband, and my kid decided on something. I, for my part, didn't agree with anything. So no, no pact of any kind, Admiral Kerner."
"Thomas."
"Ronald, what can I do for you today?"
"Cancer won't win because work will kill you first."
"I'm going to die anyway. At least you should let me choose how, what do you think?"
Ron knows that snapping back won't help, that Tom is just as concerned and scared as they all are. And he's tired. He was more tired than he let people see, but Ron had been around since Tom was nineteen, and he saw it all, so he knew.
"Come on, old man, let me take you home; we can eat takeout and watch stupid soap operas, and I won't tell anybody you fell asleep ten minutes into the night's most interesting movie," Ron says, and he knows he's won when Tom snorts back at him.
"Okay, okay. But only if you can get the chicken from that southern place on the Sixth."
Ron doesn't say it but he would go to Georgia to take a single piece of chicken tender if that would help in taking Ice home.
Tom goes from standing up to almost face down on the maquette in half a second, the time Ron has to imagine himself flying to Georgia and back in time for dinner and thinking about how many laws he could break or not. Tom's body hits the ground but not with his face because Ron still has some reflex and grabs him before the worst can happen.
"I'm too young for this shit, Ronnie" Tom whispers, against his chest, a lifetime of silence after.
"I know Tommy, I know. But you have to stay awake and not pass out. Then we will go home and eat all the fried chicken you want" he answers, whispering too because he's sure that if he tries to talk out loud he will start crying and he can't, not right now.
-#15: New scars. This one it's gonna be a little more consistent but that's bc it's a fic I'm trying to write since forver and i'm constantly changing parameters on what i should or shouldn't do. But it's not the interesting part of it, sorry lol.
"I can try to do that." Tom nods as if he's trying to convince himself, and Ron has to count from five to zero before moving a single muscle.
5 old scars someone put on his body and he tells the story to Maverick + the 5 Maverick was around to see heal.
I.
He got the first one when he's five and running around with a plastic plane his dad took home after his n. mission he can't talk about but makes him angry and snappy with his mom but soft with his son, expecially when he passes his big, big, hands in his hair. He's running around the garden and then he's falling on his little plane, his mom is running towards him, his dad is screaming he's an idiot and toy is broke in two pieces and Tom doesn't know what he makes him cry the most: the blood he's loosing from his knee or he precious new toy that now lies between the grass without a wing.
His dad put the plane in the bin and doesn't listen reason when his mom tries to tell him that it can be easily fix and Tom gets a scar, a small and insignificant one that he will soon forget.
(Mav kisses it, during one of nights they have free and have no hurry be anywhere if not in bed. He makes funny faces evertime Tom tells the story on how he got it and Iceman laugh along because you're cute when you make that face Pete.)
II.
The second one Pete notices, this time they're making out on 'Wood terrible couch because everybody else is outside for a barbecue and it's too hot to stay inside but kissing Pete is worth even that, is just a little as the first one, mostly covered by his hairs and when Pete's finger trace it he almost jump because he forgot he was there and it still so sensitive. Pete notices but doesn't have the time to say anything because Tom is kissing him again and Ron is calling because dinner is read and if they don't move their going to have to eat grass!
(He tells Pete, a couple of hours and beers later, that high school hasn't been as kind as he likes to remember. And he talked too many, two, languages people didn't understand and Easter Europe heritage made him a commie every day of the week. He got in a fight more against a desk than the boy but they both got suspended but nobody ever tried to mess with him, after that day.)
III.
-#22: Caughing out blood.
The next one has a funny story that makes Slider a little wild when he gets around talking about it because he has the same one in the same place! Young, dumb and a day away from deployment they drunk too much shitty alcohol they find in the mess kitchen and tried to jump over the wall on the Academy. They both failed so bad they end up with both of their forearms bleeding a little and the instructor was soooo pissed, do you remember Tommy? He talked for hours and we had the mother of all headaches but Ice cold no mistake found the way out of that situation just looking at the guy. I could have kissed you right there for that.
He washed it three times, and there's still blood on it. The blood is on his shirt, on his hands, on his skin, and uncl-his dad is lying on a hospital bed, with too many machines connected to his body and an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth. Deployment sucked this time around; the squadron was full of navy brats who wanted to know more about everybody. At least Phoenix was there.
They were eating outside, at some place on the ocean Mav found while riding his bike at three in the morning when Ice wasn't there, and that he promised made the best risotto seafood he ever tasted. They were laughing, drinking white wine, and his arm was around Ice's shoulders in support of Mav's last disaster when the older man started to cough. Once, twice, and then a third time, until Bradley felt his own blood running cold because there was blood. Blood on the tissue and then on his shirt because Ice wasn't fast enough to cover his mouth again.
And then Mav's hands were touching Ice and looking at him like he was trying to find an answer to a question Bradley didn't even know existed.
"Breath love breath. Bradley is going to drive us to the hospital, but I need you to continue to breath like the doctor showed you." He said, "Yeah, yeah, like that. C'mon Ice, I know you can do it."
"Baby Goose, eyes here. I need you to start the car. We will be right behind you. Then you will drive to the hospital, and I'm going to explain everything, but I need to make sure Ice is okay before that. Do you understand Brad?"
"Ye-yes, pops. Car, hospital, and then you're going to explain it to me. Okay. "
Ice's eyes were glossy and concentrated on Maverick and Maverick alone.
"It's going to be okay, Baby Goose." Ice murmured, his voice low and cracked.
-#31: You can rest now.
The idea comes to Rooster while on a little too much of a drug after they had to set his shoulder twice because the first time it didn't set right.
Once I'm out of here, we should all go and spend the night in the den. Nothing is as warm and comfy as the den. I miss the den. Can we go to the den, pops?" he asked, almost on the point of tears.
"Yeah, Baby Goose, we can go to the den." He answers, laughing a little.
"Okay pops, thank you" he answers before snuggling a little more into his pillow, with Natasha and Jake's fingers patting his hair.
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The den is warm and, oh, how Bradley missed this place.
"So this is the den?" a voice behind him asks, and someone whistles.
"Yeah, yeah this is the den." Bradley answers before slumping in his favourite spot, the cat already stretching her belly to let him pat her.
"It's nice." Jake says, sitting beside him.
"Yeah, every house should have one!" Fritz adds "and a cat! Who's this beautiful creature? Bradley, why are you trying to hide all the beautiful people in your life from me?"
Everybody's laughing and it's like Bradley's eight again when Carole used the den to organise him birthday parties he wasn't supposed to know anything about.
But now he's thirty-eight and his mom is dead more years than she was alive and the people around him are his family in the way his uncles are and-and Bradley wants to lie in the sun and let himself feel something that's not anger for once.
And apparently everybody has the same idea because he can finish the thought that eleven other bodies cuddle around him and he loses the count of hands that are touching, patting, and massaging him, but it feels so good that he doesn't want to be anywhere else. Lady Carole curls on his stomach, the door opens, and soft steps are followed by the smell of warm cider and biscuits. Before falling asleep, he hears Mav and Ice on the sofa, softly conversing with Halo.
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As I start Baldur's Gate, now that it's finally had enough patches to be playable and not missing huge chunks of story, I can't help but laugh because I didn't know that Shadowheart was a cleric of Shar! My longest played/favorite Pathfinder character was an Oracle of Selune (yes we co-opted some gods from WOTC to toss back into Pathfinder, we do what we want - and Oracle is to cleric what Sorcerer is to Wizard...but better, yet), whose twin brother was a paladin of Pelor (the sun god)... and I decided to re-make that old character in BG3 since a cleric of Selune is almost the same thing as an oracle, and lo and behold my moon daughter ends up having to deal with Shar AGAIN. In another AU. (The best part is that Shadowheart's lil tiara is exactly like the one I had given Belorae in our PF campaign - she got a circlet of Cha I think it was, and had it re-tooled to look exactly like what they did for Shadowheart's circlet, just with moonstone instead of onyx.)
Anyways, did you know that when Selune and her dark twin collided in their original big battle, some of their essence smashed together, broke off, and birthed...their daughter? The Goddess of magic.
Desperate to protect the early life, Selûne tore out some of her own divine essence, though it nearly killed her, and hurled it at her sister. Selûne's essence tore through Shar, bonding with some of Shar's essence and pulling it loose. This magical energy combined to form the goddess Mystryl, the original goddess of magic.
Anyways! Best not to think too deep about how gods are born - the Greeks had some strange ideas about people being born from ideas, or sex with a swan, and all that.
tl;dr I've missed Rae, and I'm stoked to have someone in the party that will easily bounce off of her ideals, and create some conflict - even if Belorae can't ride a horse-sized wolf in this one. (Also, I have wanted a tattoo indicative of Selune for myself IRL for YEARS now, and haven't been able to find a design that looks good just about anywhere - so I was at least pleased that my BG3 Belorae could have the tattoo around her eyes! I just wish the colors were more silvery.)
Not relevant, but ironic -
Afterward, Selûne grieved the death of Tyche, her close friend and ally. In her weeping, she shed one crystalline tear, which fell to ground as a meteor in the land of Thar. It became a great and sacred artifact, called the Tear of Selûne.[63]
So WoW has copied Selune over as Elune in almost every way, even down to the Tear of Elune being a rip-off? I knew they'd basically been virtual DnD at the time the game was released, but I didn't realize just how hard they were bearing down on someone else's lore.
Anywho, I wonder if more people (ie content creators) realized this, if they'd have a better avenue for predicting where WoW's story will go - because even Shadowlands was basically ripped straight from Tabletop. Pathfinder's planar campaign book has many planes listed in it... to include a plane of order that sounds and looks a LOT like Bastion/the Kyrians, just with more clockwork stuff.
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