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The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #59: The Brand of the Brainwasher!

Read Date: January 16, 2023 Cover Date: April 1968 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ◦ Don Heck ● Inker: Mike Eposito ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Artie Simek ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● M.J. is on the cover, dancing as usual, but this time she's up on a stage of some kind. sigh I can't wait until M.J. becomes a more interesting character. ● (pg 1) Spidey is on his way to the hospital, but he still has to elude police ● (pg 2) "The hospital--at last! But how do I find the right room?" Um, well, Spider-Man, you change into your civvies and you walk into reception and ask for the right room. That's how. ● (pg 3) instead, he yoinks the directory of patients and finds out she's on the top floor. He's still sneaking around on the ceilings in hallways. I'm sorry, but unless those ceilings are hella tall, people's peripheral vision will see you. Find a goddamn bathroom and change into your street clothes. ● he uses the air ducts, then hides in a janitor's closet to change ● finally he gets changed and goes to see Aunt May ● May asks him where he's been, but before he can come up with a story, a doctor comes into the room ● Peter realizes he'll have to report to the police to get off the missing person's list ● (pg 4) he goes there, and a cop says, "'cording to the Daily Bugle, you were captured by Spider-Man!" and Peter, being the giant fucking idiot he is, things to himself, "Great! That's my story!" Peter, you idiot. You're already evading police as Spider-Man. Why confirm their suspicions that Spidey is a menace? face palm ● maybe I can blame lack of sleep on his being such an idiot… ● (pg 5) Captain Stacy mentions Spidey having amnesia. Luckily he threw Peter this bone so he can maybe start digging himself back out of this hole. ● "Yes, sir! He did have amnesia! That's how Doc Ock convinced him they were partners! When his memory returned to him, he set me free again!" ● "But why did he capture you in the first place?" ● "I was on a picture-taking assignment--for the Daily Bugle. He saw me following him--and thought I was an enemy!" ● ok, ok, that story just might hold. He wouldn't have had to come up with it in the first place if mutter mutter mutter grumble grumble grumble ● I like the coloring of this panel

● (pg 6) Peter is free to go, and Capt. Stacy takes him to his house to ask questions about Spider-Man. He tells Peter his reasons for thinking Spider-Man is innocent of the things Jonah typically accuses him of, and wishes he could find him to prove his innocence ● Gwen comes home then ● (pg 7) ok, this is kinda cute

● Gwen and Peter go to the Coffee Bean, where Harry is happy to see him ● (pg 8) Peter asks where M.J. is, and the others tell him that she got a job at the Gloom Room A-Go-Go ● cut to the Gloom Room, and voices are wondering if the new girl suspects anything ● apparently between dances she's supposed to take pictures of people ● and the camera's flash bulb is hypnotic and will make them feel an urge to return to the club, which is when the brain-washing equipment will be put to use ● (pg 9) next day, Spidey is swinging around and spots a robbery in progress ● (pg 10) the business owner thanks him, but says it's a shame they'll be free again soon (it was mentioned earlier that brain washing was used on the assistant district attorney to get him to release some criminals) ● (pg 11) M.J.'s first night dancing is coming up. In the meantime, she gets instructions from her boss Mr. Slade to only take pictures at the tables with stars on them ● (pg 12) fast forward to her opening night. Gwen, Peter, and Harry have a table reserved up front ● Captain Stacy and a half dozen city officials are there tonight, too ● (I bet M.J. takes a picture of her friends' table…) ● (pg 13) Harry asks for a picture, but (to my surprise), MJ says she's not supposed to

● (pg 14) earlier they said the flash would make them return to the club a second time, but apparently it actually makes them follow a dude into the lab ● Gwen is worried about her dad. Peter tells her to stay at the table and he'll go look for him ● he's had a feeling about the club all night, so he changes into Spider-Man ● he runs into a couple of goons, one of which is able to sound the alarm so that no one gets in or out of the club ● (pg 18) more fighting behind stage; MJ, hearing the kerfuffle, goes to check it out just as one of the downed goons grabs a gun. He grabs MJ as a shield ● (pg 19) his first time swinging with MJ

● he drops her off and goes to find Captain Stacy ● (pg 20) OOOOH FUUUUUU… I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING ● "Brain-Washer?? Who's he?"

● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Spider-Man is on his way to go see his Aunt May in the hospital, when the police attempt to apprehend him, but he manages to get away. Finding out which room his Aunt May is in and switching back to his civilian guise, he goes and visits her. When the doctor reminds him that he's been a missing person for days, Peter goes to the police station to tell them what happened. There he explains that Spider-Man took him hostage while the hero was suffering from amnesia. When his memory returned, Peter was let go. This partially true explanation is accepted by Captain Stacey who reunites Peter with Gwen. Gwen is so happy to see him, that she kisses Peter on the lips, much to his surprise. The pair then meet up with the rest of their friends at the Coffee Bean.

They decide to go and check out Gloom Room A-Go-Go, the new nightclub where Mary Jane works as a dancer. They are unaware that this club is secretly a front where a criminal scientist Gerhard Winkler is using brainwashing technology to get control of the most influential people in New York. To this end, his employer has Mary Jane snap photographs of people with a special camera that makes them return to the club later where Winkler brainwashes them to be subserviant to his employer. That evening, Mary Jane uses the camera on a local councilman, as well as Captain Stacy.

Stacy tells everyone that he is going out for fresh air, but Gwen begins to worry about her father when he doesn't return. Peter, also finding it suspicious decides to go look for him -- but as Spider-Man. Spidey goes in back and catches Winkler in the process of brainwashing George Stacy, but before Spider-Man can stop him, he's grabbed by Winkler's employer: The Kingpin.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_59)

Fan Art: Peter Parker by Quirkilicious

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 59

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 38

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Candy Says Pt.1 - Louis Ives

1|2|3

Plot: Thrust into New York, Louis makes a friend who goes by the name Lady.

Warnings: Wholesome, GN Reader but wears women’s clothes

Notes: I have seen a lot of Louis Ives content centres as him being transfem, but from what I’ve seen of the film I think he just likes to crossdress. I didn’t finish the film because it was bad and I have no attention span. (I love trans Louis content though, don’t stop.)

Louis quickly picked up his discarded pork ribs from the floor, mortified at the distasteful look he’d received from Mary as he had knocked them. He wasn’t sure whether to be disheartened or thrilled at how New York had been since he had moved. He felt awkward here, somewhat enamoured by the eccentric man he was sharing an apartment with, but still out of place. Ill-adjusted he supposed, and now working in a place of militant opinions about the environment.

As he glanced up, however, he noticed something. You, talking to his boss. It was the dress he noticed first. Deep jewel blue and taffeta, giving it the effect of the shell on the back of a beetle with the way it reacted to the light as it moved. His gaze travelled up to your face, the slight side profile of it as you talked. A film star quality, with your hair pinned back. You looked frustrated, shrugging on a long black woollen coat and picking up your things, threading a camera strap around your neck. You turned round to leave, and yes, your face was straight out of a movie, even despite your frustration. He looked down, scared of being caught watching, and let his eyes follow you after your back was turned, out of the office doors.

“Ives,” came his bosses voice, making him jump as his attention snapped away from you. “Could you please meet the Lady at one o’clock at the cafe on main? Just talk to her, get her to come back here.”

Louis was about to ask a million questions, but his boss had already turned back into his office and shut the door behind him. He checked his watch, it was 12:44, giving him only 16 minutes to get there. Quickly, he stood up, grabbing his things and shoving them into his bag, uncharacteristically flustered. He was usually so organised, he hated things to be last minute.

He ended up speeding down the street to get there at a breakneck walk, not allowing himself to jog at all for fear of appearing ungainly. He checked his watch again as he stopped outside. 12:59, miraculously not late. He stepped in and the bell rang. He noticed you again immediately, same shiny blue dress on as you flicked lazily through a book. You checked your own watch, shut the book and looked up at him. The eye contact made his breath hitch. You looked so exciting to him, and he felt like a great idiot with no idea what to say.

“Ah, it’s you they sent then,” you said simply, taking a sip from your coffee. He nodded hurriedly, taking the seat opposite you. “Do you know what you’re doing here?” you asked. He shook his head, embarrassed. He wasn’t doing a very good job. You made a tsk noise, although it didn’t seem to be aimed at him.

“They say they want you back,” he added, thus sharing the sum of all his knowledge on the situation. You looked unimpressed, but then you looked at him and gave him a sympathetic smile. He could smell your perfume from where he was sat, very faintly. It was sweet, vanilla or something similar, with a slight smokiness.

“I’ll fill you in on what they neglected to tell you,” you told him generously. “I have worked part time for that magazine for eight months as a photographer, although I prefer to call myself a photographic journalist. They have fumbled my money multiple times and every photo they send me to get is of fields, or plants or goddamn solar panels. I’m sick of it. They’re all self-righteous, sanctimonious idiots and this is the third time I’ve quit. I’m not going back.”

Louis nodded, unsure of what to say, although he did feel the responsibility of getting you back, if not to aid the magazine then so he would see you again. He cleared his throat.

“If I might suggest…” he began, but you cut him off.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, quite genuinely. “It’s not happening.” You paused, looking at him properly. He could feel your eyes going right through him and he suddenly felt very vulnerable, you seemed to be evaluating and for a second it felt like you knew every secret of his and exactly who he was. “What did you say your name was?” you asked, and his throat felt dry when he went to speak.

“Louis. Louis Ives,” he responded, offering his hand out to you which you took and shook. Your skin was warm and soft against his, he felt a hot blush rise up his neck. “What’s yours?”

“Lady, although not really. It’s more of a nickname.” You bowed your head to him conspiratorially, then quietly uttered your own name. He smiled, especially when you added that he was to take it to the grave with him. You took another sip of your coffee, finishing the drink.

“It suits you,” he said honestly, wishing he had something better to say. You smiled back at him, a genuine, warm smile. You stood up, pulling your jacket back on and picking up your camera from next to you.

“Lovely to meet you, Louis, but I have to go. Tell them at the office that I never showed, if you want,” you offered kindly, then looked at him again, like you were judging him, weighing you options. You pulled a piece of notepaper out from your pocket and a pen, scribbling something down onto it and handing it to him, folded up. “If you ever need anything, any…” you paused, choosing your words carefully. “Help finding yourself in New York, then please call in. Evening times are best, but you’re always welcome.” With that, you left, gliding out of the shop onto the street like you owned the city, and then you were gone before he had time to react.

He unfolded the note in his hand, the one he’d unwittingly clutched. On it, in fine cursive, an address. He tucked it firmly into his suit pocket, a token to new beginnings.

Next Part: 2

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drgrlfriend · 5 years

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Clint feels like he’s been asleep for all of two minutes before the bed starts to vibrate.

“Mrrrngggh? Whuh?” he mumbles.

He pries his eyes open. The whole front wall of his bedroom is awash in green, with yellow text.

NOTIFICATION

With a disgruntled huff Clint pulls his aids off the side table and fits them into his ears.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, sir. I have a notification for you. Sergeant Barnes is accessing the armory. He has also obtained keys to a vehicle.”

Clint rubs a hand over his face. “Why do I care?” He’s got 99 problems, but the goddamn Winter Soldier ain’t, to his knowledge, one of them.

“You are the ranking Avenger on site, sir.”

Clint considers this horrifying prospect. Although…

“Jarvis, am I the only Avenger on site?”

“Yes, sir.”

Well. Some things never change.

Clint says goodbye to the prospect of sweet sweet sleep, shoves himself into a pair of jeans, and pulls his emergency bow and quiver from under the bed.

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“What’re you, craving nachos or somethin’?”

Barnes pauses for only a moment, and then resumes strapping on the Kevlar tac vest. He already has at least six knives secreted about his person that Clint can suss out, his Glock 17 strapped to his thigh, and his M4A1 across his back.

Clint watches as he fills his various pockets and pouches with ammo and a few grenades for good measure.

Clint hadn’t been sure what he would find down here. He’s seen footage from D.C. — the empty-eyed Winter Soldier, the relentless killing machine. And he’s seen Bucky Barnes, the man who has skulked around the Tower as Steve’s shadow for the last six weeks since he finally came in from the cold, hiding away in oversized hoodies and avoiding eye contact with everyone. This is someone new — Barnes’ movements are purposeful, deliberate, but there’s full awareness in his eyes.

“You can pretend you never woke up,” Barnes suggests, and Clint is surprised to hear a trace of a Brooklyn drawl in his voice. Those old ‘40’s film reels never had sound. “Go back to sleep and act as surprised as anyone that I’m not here when they come back from mission.”

“Could do.” Clint spins his bow at his side. Under normal circumstances he would have faith in his ability to draw and fire in time to get the drop on anyone, even from this position. But the Winter Soldier is a fucking exception, and if he wanted Clint dead then Clint would already be a corpse.

So Clint tries to look as nonconfrontational as possible, while still wondering what the fuck he’s supposed to do. He’ll have to decide quick, too. If Barnes tries to fit another grenade in his side pouch this whole place is gonna blow.

“What the hell,” he says. He puts down his bow. He thinks he sees relief in Barnes’ eyes for just a moment, and then Clint is pushing past him, pulling his own gear from his locker. “I always did love a good road trip.”

They are past Philadelphia by the time Barnes finally asks.

“Why’re you comin’ with me?”

Clint stuffs a cold french fry in his mouth and washes it down with even colder coffee. Yuck. “Y’know, like I said. I’ve always loved a good road trip.”

Barnes makes a face like Grumpy Cat. “Why don’t you tell me the truth?”

Clint shoots him a sidelong glance. “I’ve known you six weeks, and I haven’t said more to you than ‘Pass the coffee.’ Ask me again when I know you better, and maybe you’ll have earned the truth.”

Barnes turns his head to stare out the window. There’s nothing but empty fields, and a sky lightening to dawn out there, but he seems to find it mesmerizing. “Fair enough,” he finally says, so quiet that Clint’s aids almost miss it over the rumble of the engine.

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Barnes seems to have been navigating on instinct up until now, but somewhere in Eastern Kentucky he pulls up some coordinates on a burner phone he produced from god knows where. They approach slowly, stopping a few miles out, driving the car a good hundred yards down an abandoned mining road and covering it with brush for good measure.

They creep back towards the main road, hiding in the bushes when a supply truck rumbles by.

“You stay here,” Barnes says authoritatively.

“As if.” So sue him, Clint has been hanging around with Katie-Kate a bit too much.

Barnes turns to him, and Clint feels the full force of those slate-blue eyes for the first time.

“This isn’t your fight.”

Clint considers it. For about a millisecond.

“That Hydra in there?”

Barnes nods.

“Then it’s my fight.”

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They’ve done a sweep of the perimeter, and it certainly checks all the boxes for a super sketchy neo-Nazi base, but Clint can’t help the little sliver of doubt that’s taken root in his mind.

“Wait,” he says as Barnes starts to approach.

“No,” Barnes says flatly, shaking him off.

“Gimme ten minutes,” Clint says urgently. “Please.”

He can already tell that Barnes isn’t going to go for it.

“Ten minutes to make sure we’re not about to kill a bunch of innocent people,” Clint says, and Barnes’ eyes widen for the barest moment. Then he’s back to looking impassive, but he nods, sharp and curt.

Clint pulls out his own phone, dialing from memory a number so secure it can never be entered into speed dial. “Patch me through to Hill immediately, priority Hawkeye.”

He can see suspicion gathering in Barnes’ eyes, but — dammit, this is too important to just go in half-cocked, no matter what Barnes thinks he knows or remembers.

“Maria? I’m sending you coordinates. I need satellite confirmation that this is a Hydra facility in the next 8 minutes.” He rolls his eyes. “No, I’m not drunk.”

He transmits the coordinates. They sit around staring suspiciously at the phone for what feels like an hour, but knowing Maria is probably 7 minutes, 59 seconds.

“Confirmed,” Hill says. “We had suspicions of a cell in that area but had been unable to locate it. Stand by. SHIELD team will be on site in 50 minutes.”

“Yeah....so, about that —”

“Clint,” Maria says threateningly.

“C’mon, Maria. You owe me, right? You gotta give us this one.” Clint doesn’t actually think she does, but hopefully she doesn’t keep good track.

And of course Maria picks up on the one thing he was hoping she wouldn’t.

“Who is us?”

Clint lets the silence speak for itself.

“Motherfucker,” Maria breathes. “Okay, you’ve got until my team gets there to do what you’re gonna do, but if you get yourself killed on some cowboy mission, I’m gonna resurrect you just so I can kill you again myself. And then I’m gonna resurrect you one more time so Natasha can do it. Slower.”

“Sounds fair.” Clint wouldn’t put it past her in the least.

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For some reason, he and the Soldier move like they’ve been fighting together for years. Barnes takes the left, Clint covering his six and right flank.

They hit the perimeter guards before they even see them coming, quick and silent, and then make their way to the facility. They’ve cleared three of the six sections before the alarm even goes off, and four before the dumbasses seem to figure out what their walkies are for.

The Hydra guards have numbers, but their skillset is frankly embarrassing. One gets in a lucky shot along Clint’s forearm, and Clint sees Barnes grunt from a few impacts to his Kevlar, but luckily none of these morons seem to know enough to aim for the head, or at least have the skill to hit it if that’s what they were aiming for.

They have the run of the place by the time they hit the last section, and Clint somehow knows without Barnes saying a word that this is where they’ve been headed all along. Barnes’ jaw is set, his eyes like ice.

He kicks open a door that looks just like any of the million other doors they’ve passed. He grabs the gibbering labcoat inside by his hair, slams his face up against the retinal scanner, and holds him there until it beeps. Then he casually knocks him unconscious against the wall and throws him aside.

A second door, reinforced with steel plating and more high-tech than any of the others they’ve come across so far, opens up. The staircase behind is steep and dark, with a rough stone ceiling so low they have to duck their heads. Part of the original mining tunnels, maybe. Clint swallows down his claustrophobia and follows Barnes’ wide shoulders.

It gets colder and damper as they go, until Clint is sure that they are deep underground — he can feel the increased air pressure against his scarred eardrums. After what seems like hours they come to another door at the bottom. Barnes pushes it open without hesitation, revealing a small chamber carved from the stone.

Clint pulls in a sharp breath. Everything makes sense all at once, like one of those optical illusions that you can’t quite figure until you look at it just right.

Clint had read Barnes’ files — everyone had to sign off on the debrief before he took up residence in the Tower. He had seen pictures, but they hadn’t even come close.

The chair is grotesque, like something out of a horror movie set. It’s bulky and sharp-edged, all metal restraints and partially-exposed wiring.

Barnes stands in front of it as if frozen for a full moment. Then he’s moving forward.

He starts with the head restraint. He pulls it right off, and casts it aside. It makes a horrible screech as it ricochets off the walls, metal against rough stone. And then, like a dam suddenly broke inside him, Barnes is tearing at the chair — ripping it to pieces with his metal and flesh hand alike, careless of the injury he’s doing himself.

“Jesus fuck,” Clint breathes. The control panel is off to the side and Clint runs to it, finding the power inputs, yanking them before Barnes can fry himself. Clint’s not sure he would even notice.

The chair is down to the metal frame now and Barnes is slamming his vibranium arm against it, a relentless reverberation that makes Clint’s teeth rattle.

Clint casts around for something, anything. There’s a fire panel on the wall. Clint opens it up. It’s not perfect, but anything is better than this.

“Barnes,” he yells. And when that has no effect, “Bucky!”

Barnes wheels around, hair wild around his face, eyes murderous, and for a moment Clint thinks he’s gonna be the next target of his berserker rage.

“Here,” he manages to say. He holds up the fire axe he found.

Barnes manages a nod. He takes the axe to the chair, sparks flying. Clint backs away. He’s got one eye on the clock now. It’s gonna be good for absolutely nobody if they’re still here when the SHIELD team arrives.

Finally, they’re out of time. “Bucky,” Clint says. “Bucky!” It takes a moment but Barnes finally grinds to a halt, chest heaving, arm dropping heavily to his side.

“Gotta go,” Clint says curtly.

Bucky nods numbly. He suddenly seems empty, exhausted. The fire axe clangs to the ground.

Clint takes point on the exfiltration. Bucky has his gun drawn but he seems dull, sluggish.

“C’mon, Bucky,” Clint snaps. “Stay with me.”

Bucky manages to lift his head, and immediately takes out a guy who had come up on Clint’s right while he was distracted.

“Jesus,” Clint breathes. That was a little too close for comfort.

He still feels like he’s dragging Bucky, deadweight in his wake, but they make it to their vehicle and are at least five miles away before they see the lights of the quinjet swooping down like Kentucky’s next top alien sighting.

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Clint pulls into the motel parking lot. He pulls a plaid flannel shirt from his pack, stripping off his tac suit vest and pulling it on over the plain black undershirt.

“Stay in the car,” he warns, but he’s not sure it’s even necessary. Bucky looks borderline catatonic, face pale and eyes closed, head leaned back against the headrest like it’s the only thing holding him up.

Clint is so good at playing the Local Yokel he should get a damn Oscar for it. He makes small talk with the front desk clerk about the disappointing soybean harvest this year and how fucking often John Deere forces software updates through on the new combines, and gets himself a room with twin beds at the back. He pulls the car around and chivvies Bucky inside, sitting him down on the bed.

He’s wiping Bucky’s face with a wet washcloth by the time Bucky seems to blink back to awareness.

“There you are,” Clint says matter-of-factly. “Take that vest off, looks like they got you.”

It was a lucky shot, getting Bucky in the side just below the tac vest, but it’s a through-and-through. He stares stoically into space while Clint disinfects it with his kit, but it’s already healing. He disinfects and wraps Bucky’s right hand too. Where his palm was shredded from the metal of the chair new lines of pink skin are already starting to form.

“I’m gonna hit the shower,” Clint says, but Bucky catches him by his right arm.

“You now,” he says, his voice sounding rusty, and Clint realizes he’s still bleeding sluggishly from that gash across his left forearm.

He is able to disinfect it himself, but when he tries to apply the bandages Bucky makes an impatient noise low in his throat and takes over, carefully using butterfly bandages to close the wound and then covering the whole thing with a waterproof adhesive dressing.

The attention is making Clint feel a little uncomfortable, but Bucky seems more with it than he’s been since they left the facility, and if having something to do helps him pull himself together a little then Clint guesses he can oblige.

The shower feels amazing, even if Clint is a little edgy without his aids in, taking it on faith that Bucky isn’t going to take the car and ditch him. When he gets out, dressed in sweats and toweling his hair dry, Bucky’s still sitting right where he left him.

“Go ahead,” Clint says, nodding toward the shower. “Water’s still hot, and we gotta wait at least six hours to make sure we don’t get caught in a roadblock.”

Bucky stares in the direction of the bathroom and blinks a few times. “I didn’t bring clothes,” he says.

Clint has the uncomfortable realization that Bucky might never have even needed a change of clothes post-mission. Maybe they just put him back in cryo covered in blood and hosed him down later.

“You can wear some ‘a mine. Sweats should fit,” Clint says. He finds himself digging through his bag for the softest sweats and hoodie.

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Bucky comes out of the steamy bathroom looking strangely adorable swallowed up by Clint’s clothes. He’s still pulling on the hoodie and Clint can see he’s actually kind of lean. He looked and walked like a tank in that D.C. footage, so he’s either lost a lot of muscle mass since then or he was heavily armored up at the time. Maybe both.

Clint realizes he’s staring, and glances away.

“I’m gonna catch some sleep. You can too, if you want. I’ve got Jarvis scanning all the police frequencies. He’ll alert us if someone’s headed this way.”

Bucky nods. He sits on the other bed, facing Clint. He doesn’t lie down or get under the covers, though. Just sits there, and finally Clint shrugs. He gets in bed, setting his phone alerts to vibrate and putting it under the pillow. Then he turns toward the wall and tries to go to sleep, feeling Bucky’s eyes staring a hole in his back.

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Clint’s not sure what wakes him up. He pulls the phone out and squints at it, but it’s clear of alerts. He puts one aid in, turning toward the other bed.

He can just make out Bucky’s silhouette. He’s still just sitting there — back straight, feet on the floor, facing Clint. Fuck, does he actually sleep like that, like a deactivated robot? Does he even sleep at all?

“Bucky?” Clint says cautiously.

Bucky seems to tip backwards a little, and then suddenly he’s jolting upright, gasping for air as if he’s been drowning and just finally managed to break the surface.

Clint turns the light on. Bucky’s shivering, his hair wet with sweat, his eyes wide, and — fuck. How a 100-year-old Soviet murderbot can manage to look like a pathetic drowned kitten is nothing short of amazing, and Clint can’t stop himself.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He moves cautiously until he’s sitting next to Bucky. He tentatively puts a hand on Bucky’s arm, and then when Bucky leans into it he wraps it around his shoulders.

“Clint?” Bucky says, all confused-sounding, and Clint has the bizarre realization that this is the first time he’s ever heard Bucky say his name.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here.”

Bucky makes a low, wet noise, and then suddenly he’s huddled into Clint’s side, clinging for dear life.

“I thought I was in the chair again,” he whispers hoarsely. “I thought they got me.”

“Hey. No.” And Clint knows this feeling — God, he knows this feeling all too well. It feels like Bucky is digging up with ragged fingernails everything Clint has buried in his chest and hoped never to remember. “That’s never gonna happen.”

“It could.” Bucky pulls in a shuddering breath. “There’s more of ‘em. I don’t know where, but I know that there are.”

“Hey.” Clint cups Barnes’ jaw, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. “Then we’ll take out every single one of ‘em, just like we did today.” He sees that it’s not enough.

It feels like cutting his own chest open, but he forces himself to say it. “They tell you what happened to me?”

Bucky looks confused for a moment, but then realization lights his eyes. Maybe he hadn’t remembered until now, but someone must have briefed him.

Clint pulls in a deep, shuddering breath and says the one thing he took comfort in himself, after Loki.

“Worse comes to worst I’ll put an exploding arrow through your eye socket before I let them use you like that again. I promise.”

Barnes shivers again, and some of the tension seems to melt from his body.

“Yeah?”

Clint nods.

“Okay,” Barnes says.

He seems to be embarrassed now as the panic fades, pulling away from Clint’s side. “Okay,” he says again, voice like gravel. He nods, as if trying to convince himself, and drags his body upright.

“You wanna try to get some more rest?” Clint asks.

Bucky shakes his head.

Clint checks the time and shrugs. “Roadblocks should be lifted by now, and we got a long drive. Let’s get some coffee.”

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Bucky is staring out the window again. Clint has tried setting the radio to the most atrocious radio stations he can find, but he’s getting no reaction at all. It’s not that weird blankness that Bucky had when he got out of the facility, though. He just looks pensive.

“Do you know me well enough to ask again?” Bucky finally says.

Clint turns down the radio station — is that a fucking mariachi band? — and shoots Bucky a sidelong glance. “Ask what?”

“Why you came with me?”

“Oh.” Clint drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “Well, I’ve been calling you Bucky in my head instead of Barnes since we got out of that place, and I did promise to kill you. I don’t know if that makes us BFFs, but it’s probably enough.”

Bucky snorts, but his eyes are searching as he waits.

Clint wonders how much he’s gonna piss him off. But, he did ask for the truth.

“I watch people. Like, nothin’ personal, it’s just a thing. Since I was a kid, maybe. So I been watchin’ you since you got to the Tower. You come to breakfast, you eat whatever’s on the table. You sit in the lounge, you watch whatever’s already on t.v. Hell, you drink hot chocolate with Sam, coffee with me, and that horrible apple tea that no one else could ever possibly like with Wanda.”

Bucky’s eyebrows have been drawing down as Clint’s been talking, like he knows where this is going.

“So?” he asks anyway.

“So....in six weeks, I’ve never seen you make a single choice. Never seen you ask for anything for yourself. Figured whatever had you choosing now must be pretty important. ‘Specially if you couldn’t even wait for Cap.”

Bucky swallows thickly, and looks out the window again for a while. “It was,” he finally says.

“Yeah.”

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They’re quiet for a long while.

“Not like I’m gonna get many choices where I’m goin’, anyway,” Bucky says eventually. His voice is just...resigned.

“Whaddaya mean?”

Bucky shrugs. “The Raft. Back in cryo. Wherever they’re gonna put me for leavin’ the Tower like that.”

“What?” Clint takes his eyes off the road to check, but Bucky’s serious.

Clint shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be smart,” he says. “Don’t tell me I read the conditions of your release better than you did.”

“What?”

“It’s not that you’re not allowed out of the Tower. You’re just not allowed out of the Tower unless accompanied by an Avenger. Guess Steve put that in there, was probably planning some field trips once you had settled in. And as luck would have it, you happen to have had a certified Avenger, right here in the car with you the whole time.”

The look on Bucky’s face is priceless.

“Really?”

“Am I really an Avenger? Surprising, I know, but yes I am. Nobody ever remembers the tallest Avenger.”

“Cut it out,” Bucky growls. “Does it really say that?”

“Sure does.” Clint can’t help his grin. “So there you are, a world of choices, stretching out in front of you. And on that note, I’m gonna hit up a McDonalds. Have you ever had those apple-pie-in-a-cardboard-tube things they have there? Those things are amazing.”

Bucky’s face does something weird and complicated. Clint waits it out.

“I’d rather have a milkshake,” he finally says, and...aw. Clint tries to ignore the little warm feeling that causes in his chest.

“An’ I’m pickin’ the radio station,” Bucky says, reaching across the console.

Clint blocks him, and ends up just tangling their fingers together. He gives Bucky’s hand a little squeeze, and Bucky squeezes back.

“Don’t push your luck.”

#winterhawk #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #clint barton #hawkeye #avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel comics #ca:tws #fraction/aja comic!clint barton #mandatory funday #fanfiction #my fic #road trip

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Fantastic Four Vol. 1 Annual 1977

Tues Aug 27 2019 [12:59 AM] Wack'd: We open with Johnny testing an experimental racecar [12:59 AM] maxwellelvis: As he does [01:00 AM] Wack'd: Truly life is a hurricane here in...*checks notes*...Nassau County [01:00 AM] Wack'd: So Crystal and Lockjaw materialize in the backseat of the car and snatch Johnny away on some urgent business [01:01 AM] Wack'd: Poor Ted, who is the guy who designed this racecar! I feel bad for him despite the fact that he doesn't even rate a mention on Marvel Wiki [01:01 AM] KarkatTheDalek: That's another reason to feel bad for him, I think [01:02 AM] KarkatTheDalek: What must it be like to be a near complete non-entity... [01:02 AM] Wack'd: Marv Wolfman has apparently decided that Lockjaw's bark sounds like "wurf" and therefore his teleportation is called "wurfing". I agree with both these decisions [01:02 AM] KarkatTheDalek: That's amazing [01:03 AM] KarkatTheDalek: Who needs *BAMF* when you have wurf [01:03 AM] Bocaj: Amaze [01:03 AM] Wack'd: So the Great Refuge has been conquered! Again! Every goddamn week, with these people [01:03 AM] Wack'd: Sure

[01:04 AM] maxwellelvis: Is that one of the yetis? [01:04 AM] Wack'd: I...don't think so? I hope not [01:05 AM] Wack'd: He's a one-off villain from the Inhumans book [01:05 AM] Wack'd: He never appears again after this [01:05 AM] Wack'd: Johnny blows up his gun but he has a force field, which is very good [01:06 AM] Wack'd: Also apparently Crystal can now call down lightning from the sky like she's Storm or something [01:06 AM] Wack'd: Also tornadoes! She has definitely been confused for Storm [01:06 AM] Bocaj: tornadoes is just air [01:06 AM] Wack'd: Not that this does any good. It's a really good force field you guys [01:07 AM] Wack'd: Honestly, like. He would have to just sit in there forever, I think? Not really conducive to ruling a city. [01:07 AM] Wack'd: Maybe he can move the force field around, I dunno [01:08 AM] maxwellelvis: Somebody get some club soda! [01:08 AM] Wack'd: Meanwhile in Hollywood a Fantastic Four movie is being made. It is going poorly [01:09 AM] Wack'd: Sue is irritated that the actress playing her looks nothing like her and is wearing a low-cut bathing suit. Ben is irritated he's been replaced by a giant robot [01:09 AM] Wack'd: Reed is irritated Johnny's been written out because the effects are too expensive [01:10 AM] maxwellelvis: Somewhere, Jessica Alba and Carl Ciarfalio feel insulted. So does HERBIE. And none are sure why. [01:10 AM] Wack'd: And in case you're wondering the Fantastic Four cartoon series that couldn't get the rights to Johnny because they were tangled up in a movie deal had entered production at roughly this time [01:10 AM] maxwellelvis: Spooky [01:10 AM] Wack'd: Or, you know [01:10 AM] Wack'd: People at Marvel knew what was up [01:11 AM] Wack'd: Seems more likely than precognition [01:11 AM] Wack'd: Why do I feel like this guy is a parody of someone specific?

[01:12 AM] maxwellelvis: Dino. [01:12 AM] maxwellelvis: That's who. [01:13 AM] Wack'd: ...from The Flintstones? [01:13 AM] maxwellelvis: The robot, the accent, the emphasis on gimmicks [01:13 AM] maxwellelvis: DeLaurentiis. [01:14 AM] Wack'd: Oooooh [01:14 AM] Wack'd: Brainfart [01:14 AM] maxwellelvis: and of course, the glasses [01:14 AM] Wack'd: I know of him by vague reputation but was unaware of his...peculiarities [01:15 AM] maxwellelvis: The onion smell, I thought was a reference to SenSurround, but I don't know if he had anything to do with *Earthquake!* [01:16 AM] maxwellelvis: But he was an odd man. [01:16 AM] Wack'd: Anyway the giant Thing robot goes berserk. Who could've seen this coming [01:17 AM] Wack'd: Oh hey at least one person can be proven to have liked The Gong Show 😛

[01:18 AM] maxwellelvis: The emphasis on spectacle that the robot provides sounds just like him. As does cutting Johnny from the movie entirely to save on expenses. This is the guy who had a big argument with Sam Raimi over how many explosions should be in the climatic battle in Army of Darkness, after all. [01:18 AM] maxwellelvis: That caricature of Jamie Farr is kinder to him than real life ever was. [01:19 AM] Wack'd: He was kind of transphobic so I'm okay with this [01:20 AM] Wack'd: Ben throws a gong through the robot's neck, decapitating it [01:20 AM] Wack'd: I did not see The Gong Show being plot-relevant but here we are [01:21 AM] maxwellelvis: The Gong Show was probably taped, but I'm pretty sure that's gonna make the final cut anyways. [01:22 AM] maxwellelvis: If anyone has the connections to get the Four to sign off on that, it's Chuck Barris. [01:22 AM] Wack'd: They do keep it in the show [01:22 AM] Wack'd: It gets a 6 [01:22 AM] maxwellelvis: Heh [01:22 AM] maxwellelvis: That's good. [01:24 AM] Wack'd: So Johnny, Crystal, and Lockjaw come back and wurf Ben back to the Great Refuge [01:24 AM] Wack'd: And also stopped to pick up Reed and Sue off-panel [01:25 AM] maxwellelvis: Probably because Ben would have the funniest reaction. I'm getting the feeling this Annual is focusing on humor. [01:25 AM] Wack'd: Well, that bit was [01:25 AM] Wack'd: Ben mostly just grumbles that they ruined his chances of a regular gig [01:26 AM] maxwellelvis: I could see Ben as the new Unknown Comic, honestly. [01:26 AM] Wack'd: So uh apparently a buncha stuff happened in the Inhumans book [01:26 AM] Wack'd: The Great Refuge was destroyed and the Royal Family retreated to space [01:26 AM] Wack'd: Thraxon tried to organize a rebuilding effort but Pietro accused him of trying to usurp Black Bolt and got real mad [01:26 AM] maxwellelvis: Did they finally build Attilan yet? [01:27 AM] Wack'd: It's just what the Great Refuge is called apparently [01:27 AM] maxwellelvis: Huh. [01:27 AM] Wack'd: So anyway Thraxon points out that Pietro is not Inhuman and this gets all the other Inhumans sans Crystal to turn on him [01:28 AM] Wack'd: The Inhuman Royal Family returned and Thraxon kicked all their asses [01:29 AM] Wack'd: We're spending a lot of page time on what's frankly kinda a foregone conclusion, honestly. I'm skipping over a lot of fight scenes that impact literally nothing [01:31 AM] Wack'd: The seldom-seen little sibling of "Sue tries to do something awesome and gets her ass kicked", "Sue does something awesome and literally falls unconscious from the strain"

[01:31 AM] Wack'd: Apparently Thraxon expanded his force field over the whole city. So that's his game [01:32 AM] Wack'd: But not anymore [01:32 AM] Wack'd: Another part of Thraxon's plan is to literally strap the Royal Family and Pietro to a rocket and shoot them into space [01:33 AM] Wack'd: You know, the place they just came back from [01:33 AM] Wack'd: Sure [01:33 AM] maxwellelvis: At least this time she was just faint for a moment and not out for the rest of the fight. [01:34 AM] Wack'd: So fortunately Thraxton loses his powers because the person who gave them to him, "the Dreaded One", has deserted him [01:34 AM] Wack'd: For some reason [01:35 AM] Wack'd: The Four take their own rocket and follow the Inhuman rocket and-- [01:35 AM] Wack'd: C'mon I just made a Mystery Science Theater 3000 joke

[01:36 AM] Wack'd: It's weird realizing only this year do the Four suddenly exist in a world containing Star Wars

[01:38 AM] Wack'd: fuck ooooooooff

[01:41 AM] Wack'd: I'll save you the trouble--a Nova villain who menaced the Four and the Inhumans enough to make it into two issues of the Fantastic Four: Foes miniseries. Also fought the New Warriors and Night Thrasher. Last seen in a Howling Commandos arc from 2016

[01:42 AM] maxwellelvis: He's terribly mysterious [01:43 AM] Wack'd: Character shilling! Also apparently Aaron's staff did eat the staffs of Egyptians what were also turned into snakes. Did not learn this in Hebrew school

[01:44 AM] maxwellelvis: What were you taught? [01:45 AM] Wack'd: Moses turns his staff into a snake to prove God is real but Pharaoh writes it off as a stupid trick [01:46 AM] Wack'd: Presumably because we as kids would be a bit baffled by the idea that all other Gods are fake but also Egyptians had real magic on hand [01:46 AM] Wack'd: It is indeed a bit of a puzzlement [01:46 AM] maxwellelvis: Yeah, the version I'm aware of had the Pharaoh bring in his best magicians to show he's not impressed, but Moses is the one who shows that the other is doing a cheap trick, because his snake is bigger and kills the other two. [01:47 AM] maxwellelvis: Prince of Egypt makes it into a big smoke-and-mirrors routine. [01:47 AM] maxwellelvis: Literally. [01:47 AM] Wack'd: There's no, uh. Rationale in the Bible? [01:47 AM] Wack'd: It's literally just "some other Egyptians turned up and turned their staffs into snakes also, and then Aaron's snake ate them" [01:48 AM] Wack'd: No big reveal or anything [01:51 AM] Wack'd: So anyway this nameless extra from Exodus is exiled for his failure and finds a magic amulet that gives him superpowers and the ability to live forever [01:52 AM] Wack'd: And now he wants to harness Black Bolt's power to hypnotize all of Earth. Somehow. [01:53 AM] maxwellelvis: That's not how his power works. His voice isn't hypnotic, it blows stuff to smitheroons. [01:53 AM] Wack'd: He basically wants to use Black Bolt as a battery to power his hypnosis [01:53 AM] maxwellelvis: Ahh [01:55 AM] Wack'd: Anyway they scuffle for a while before Sphinx gets nervous he might actually get his ass kicked and throws them all out the airlock [01:55 AM] Wack'd: Lockjaw has meanwhile freed the Inhumans. He could've done this at any time probably but okay [01:57 AM] Wack'd: Look dude, sure you manage to miraculously crawl your way to the 21st century, but you still don't even have 100 appearances. Godly power only means something if you have popularity power to back it up

[01:58 AM] Wack'd: ...is this a thing Black Bolt can do? I feel like the answer is "no"

[01:59 AM] Wack'd: Anyway the day is saved by...Black Bolt [01:59 AM] Wack'd: Not much of an Fantastic Four annual [02:00 AM] Wack'd: Sphinx is blasted into space and then everyone goes home [02:00 AM] Wack'd: The end [02:00 AM] maxwellelvis: SPHINX!

#1978 #Marv Wolfman #Keith Pollard #Bob Hall #The Main Book

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SEASON 1, EPISODE 9: The Royal Blacksmiths

Netflix, love you but uhhh is that genuinely the plot? Welp, let’s see how these boys DANCE.

AKA: Clutch Powers is fucking taunting me. I’m going to go nuts in Season 11 when he actually shows up huh

[21:25] Well, the first Fangblade was found, and I bet that the other three won’t take too long to be found either. That’s going to be… really fun…

[20:50] Goddammit they’re going to use Lloyd as a human sacrifice. I did not see the day where this was a genuine concern of mine.

[20:26] I doubt Pythor’ll actually let him go. That’s way too nice.

[20:09] Ancient Architect A: So… how many booby traps do you plan to put in here?

Ancient Architect B: Yeah.

[19:22] awww how cu- (my general repulsion to romance remembers that it has a job and kills me instantly)

[18:44] djdjd Cole just has a photo album labelled “My Photos” and that’s it. Where’s the absolute tomes of photo books that I’m used to who just has a photo album with the words “My Photos” on the front

[18:25] And it’s not even all photos of HIM? So it’s more like “Photos I have” than “Photos of me specifically”? I think that’s the point but I digress4

[18:11ish] “His name was Dutch… no, Clutch! Clutch Powers!” HEY WHAT THE FUCK

[17:50] Wait, Cole ran away because his dad pushed performing arts on him that much? I swear, if Tick Tock was like being stabbed with a knife then this episode is like sprinting around the balls in dodgeball. Not upsetting, just confusing and wild.

[17:30] And to the Mountain of Madness! If Garmadon’s having trouble with the extra pair of arms I bet it’ll probably be a total pain in the ass for Wu.

[17:27] Seems as it was. Nice to see Garmadon’s a good brother despite the whole “was bitten by an evil snake and was forced into evil as a result” thing.

[17:02] Oh, the rocks are moving I guess.

[16:52] Oh, the rocks are violent I guess.

[16:27] Okay, but if my past self had guessed what would happen when Garmadon and Wu met up, it would be nowhere near this, yet this all is in character? Props on the whole “violence is not the solution when it comes to family” thing that’s going on here. I’ve seen some far worse examples of this message (three guesses on what show I’m referring to) and it’s nice that it’s been done somewhat well here.

[16:21] Goddamn, finally, the ninjas have some casual clothes.

[16:01] But seriously, I just… do I have weird taste or is this show just really good?

[15:51] I doubt you can just… snatch it. We’ve got 16 minutes left, haven’t you been reading the timestamp?

[15:48] Why are we going straight to Cole’s dad, though? We seriously don’t know anyone else who would know this?

[15:45ish] “What? You too good for the doorbell?” (Cole’s dad just fucking slams the door in his face) JESUS CHRIST

[15:35] huh. sure is a doorbell.

[15:23] I swear, Cole’s dad would be the first to go in something like TGWDLM. Or maybe he’d never get infected because he’d blend in too well.

[15:20] It’s like the guy’s stuck in his prime when he really should’ve moved on by now, though.

[15:06] Watch your mouth Cole, you need the info.

[14:58] I can see the braincell being chucked around like it’s a poor, poor beanbag. Please, treat it carefully.

[14:56] This better be the good kind of shock.

[14:35] Wasn’t the good kind, but Zane caught the braincell in time to keep the story from becoming suspicious. So now we can get some exposition on the Blade Cup, I suppose.

[14:30] So, yeah, exposition, and like little side train of thought: Clutch Powers is entirely responsible for this episode and so when I finally see him in the show (what, in season 11 I think?) I’m going to comment on that fact. Somebody remind me to do that.

[14:06] Alright, whoever’s got the braincell now, try and appease Cole’s dad so you can figure out the whole “How the hell are we going to get the Blade Cup” plan sooner than later?

[13:48] Welp, here we go.

[13:43] The ruse is NOT going to be kept up for long, huh

[13:11] Cut to the Serpentine causing some minor ruckus.

[13:07] Well then. Bloody nice job not letting the blade fall into the wrong hands. Just slap the image of it on a poster while THE SERPENTINE ARE AT LARGE (though I doubt they really know about why it’s such an awful idea)

[12:50] Cut to the ninjas. It’s time to funcking SING

[12:40ish] “Stop! Stop! If my ears weren’t attached to my head they’d be running away.” What ears?

[12:34] “Zane, you’re like a machine!” (Zane flinches) “Don’t change anything.”

[12:23ish] “big show stopping climax” Goddammit, I really need to adjust my mental filters. It keeps tripping my TGWDLM alarm when it’s just a coincidence.

[12:02] Oh my god, he’s been holding this in for a while, hasn’t he?

[11:11ish] Cut to the Serpentine, Pythor in tow. And… even if the snakes have legs can the snakes sing and dance? I don’t think they can (very well)

[10:57] Cut to the Mountain of Madness: Because you forgot about that during the Hijinks!

[10:39] Oh… that’s shiny

[10:33] F! GODDAMMIT I’M BOOBOO THE FUCKING FOOL

[10:23] HAHA I REVOKE ANYTHING I SAID ABOUT GARMADON I SHOULD’VE SEEN THIS COMING

[10:17] Wait, hold that thought…?

[10:03] Uh. I’ll let you know if I go through with the revoking because I have zero clue on what is fucking happening.

[9:47] Cut to Ninjago(‘s Got) Talent.

[9:24] Oi. Don’t talk so loudly.

[9:12] WELP.

[9:00] Something you want to tell him, but does he want to hear it?

[8:50] …. if this doesn’t go well I’m going to flip

[8:26] I’m going to flip if there isn’t an unless in there

[8:20] SHIIIIIIIT.

[7:54] Okay, but seriously. That is the worst disguise I’ve ever seen.

[7:44] UM. UUUUM. OKAY PYTHOR FUCKING ATE THE JUDGE

[7:38] me: that’s kinda fucked, well pythor’s disguise isn’t gonna last long huh-

brain: vore.

[7:26] AND NOBODY DOES ANYTHING LIKE???

[7:00] Okay, define our way because that’s probably still outside the rules

[6:43] Oh, that’s why they wanted me to see the pilot. The skeletons. Well, you’re not going to see me watch it in a while as I REALLY detest villainous lego skeletons and I want to avoid them for as long as possible.

[6:21ish] hi gilderoy

[6:17] Welp, going as ninjas. That’s fun.

[6:14-6:03] “I have butterflies in my stomach! “Aw, c’mon, that’s just nerves.” “No. I really do have butterflies in my stomach.” (Zane opens his torso panel and several butterflies fly out. They somehow haven’t harmed his wiring.) “O-kay. I’m glad he got that out of his system.”

[5:31] Welcome back, Gilderoy.

[5:24] I.. I have an unearned sense of nostalgia hearing those opening chords. Holy shit, I’m going to be a fucking mess by the 11th season if I feel like this *now*.

[5:04] THE NINJAS AND THE SERPENTINE ARE BRAWLING ON STAGE AND THE MUSIC’S A BANGER HELL YEAH

[4:38] HELL YEAH COLE! I SENSE SOME TRUE POTENTIAL UPCOMING SO.. Y E A

[4:24] DJDJD AWWW

[4:09] (laughs uncomfortably) what the fuck?

[4:00] Hell yeah, they’ve got the Fang Blade! Hopefully. I don’t think the Serpentine are above plain stealing it.

[3:39] Oh… oh. Cole’s dad wasn’t there.

[3:09] N-No, he was! And he’s proud of Cole! Aww

[2:33] Dammit, Pythor’s back. Hope he coughed up that judge before he got here. Typically, swallowing a judge of a talent competition can cause stomach problems comparable to downing about 20 cans of the sponsoring company’s drink at once. That is not based on Serpentine biology, however, so I imagine it’d be different for them.

[2:21] it’s a show stopping number, a real show stopper, a kickline is inevitbEEEE-EEEEL-

[2:17] uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!

[2:15] F

[2:07] AND THE FANGBLADE’S GONE, DAMN

[1:59] Well… if someone… I dunno, unlocked their true potential… then maybe… we wouldn’t need that scythe…

[1:53] Oh, it’s glowing because he did find it. Alright.

[1:47] COLE! HELL YEAH! ALREADY REALLY FUCKING BUFF BUT NOW HE’S FOUND HIS TRUE POTENTIAL TOO BABY!

[1:26] Aw, poor Kai though. You’ll probably get your true potential unlocked in the next episode, though.

[1:10] And the gang’s back together and alright for now!

[0:42] Awww

[0:00] ...wait a minute. How did the tomb from the beginning of the episode repair itself. You’re telling me Clutch didn’t set off anything? I’m calling crap on that one.

#ninjago #jaime watches ninjago season 1 #the royal blacksmiths

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It is 3am and I had a long night at work and a bit too much to drink as a result, so if this comes across snarky or snippy I'm super-sorry and I didn't mean it to it is a legit honest question but I am not toning well right now. Obviously, you are not happy with the way the manga is going. I think one of its issues is that it had only so much space to play with--you had a set number of pages, and that was it. So especially in light of the Giant Sailor Moon Canon Voltron, I'm curious: (1/2)

(2/2) given a similar amount of space, if you had to tell all of the story that was in the original–e.g. no “let’s just skip an arc for space’s sake”–what would you do differently from the actual manga that you think would make it a better story? Like I’m sure it can be done but as someone who masters in talking too much I’m fucked if I can imagine how. I AM KIND OF HOPING YOU HAVE MORE AND OR BETTER IDEAS THAN ME.

Not snarky, no worries!

“How would you rewrite the entire manga in the same amount of space” is a pretty huge fucking question though, and to be completely honest with you, I don’t care enough about the manga to try and fix what I find wrong with it (which is basically everything). But let’s talk about some stuff for a bit!

I don’t think that “there’s a space limitation” is a valid excuse for … well, anything, really. This isn’t a constraint unique to Takeuchi, it’s a truth for basically every form of professional media we have. TV shows have a very set and firm number of minutes they’re allowed, movies generally have about two hours to tell their story from start to finish, books and novels and short stories all have some degree of length constraints, comic books are churned out week after week and for the most part adhere to the same number of pages. I said this repeatedly when I was watching Crystal, but the problem isn’t how much time you have so much as it is what you DO with that time.

Let’s take the final act of the Black Moon. Specifically, let’s look at how limited time and space was used in that chapter. I’ll break the whole thing down, STRAP IN.

pg 1-5 (5): Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen disappear

pg 6-10 (5): NQS wakes up and emerges from the palace

pg 11-17 (7): NQS talks about power, sends Chibs to help Sailor Moon

pg 18-24 (7-1=6): In space, Usagi and Mamoru reaffirm their love

minus one page where Planet Ryan is spooky and threatening

pg 25-28 (4): Chibi-Usa is “born” from their love and they kick Ryan’s ass.

pg 29-34 (6): Crystal Tokyo is revived, everyone gets a free power up.

pg 35-42 (8): Goodbye to Crystal Tokyo

pg 43-49.7 (6.7): Usagi says goodbye to Chibs

pg 49.7-54.7 (6): Mamoru and Usagi say goodbye to Chibs

pg 54.7-54.9 (.7): The Inner Senshi split a panel for their welcome homes

pg 55-59 (5): Chibi-Usa’s back

It’s the end of the arc, so let’s be a little generous about some allotment of space and try to focus on parts that are overly bloated or incidental to the plot.

Immediately, we’ve got five entire pages of something which can be resolved in two panels, but let’s say we steal just two pages.

NQS waking up, easily another two pages we can steal.

YOU CAN CUT EVERY LAST SECOND OUT OF USAGI AND MAMORU IN SPACE IN MY OPINION, but honestly, six fucking pages is so unnecessary, so I’m taking half.

The entire Usagi/NQS meeting makes me grumpy for so many reasons, but it absolutely does not need eight goddamn pages of “BUT I WANT TO MEET YOU BUT I CAN’T BUT I WANT TO BUT I CAN’T OH FUCK IT”. Granting some artistic indulgence, I’ll just take two.

You know what, I’m already at nine pages (NINE PAGES), I can stop. What would I do with those nine pages?

How about one each for the Inners getting to return home? Actually you know who hasn’t hugged them or welcomed them back or said she missed them or was so worried about them? ANY OF THEM TO ANY OF THE OTHERS OF THEM INCLUDING FUCKING USAGI

Rei was missing since LITERALLY THE START OF THIS ARC, and Usagi has yet to actually say her fucking name. So yeah, one page of my nine for the Senshi (ALL the Senshi, looking at you manga Usagi) to actually show they give a shit about each other. Then a page each for the Inners to show them returning home. What kind of relieved but knowing looks did Grandpa give Rei when she returned home after being missing from anywhere from three days to three months ?(seriously how long was she fucking gone) Did anyone water Mako’s plants while she was missing, or are they all dead now? Did Ami have a series of lies and excuses on her lips, only to discover that the note she’d left for her mother since just after Rei was taken is still unread? How is Minako quietly (or not so quietly) coping with having once again been the only Senshi when she lost her girls?

Five pages down. I’ve got four left.

How about one for Pluto actually being dead? Let’s be generous, let’s give her TWO. Pluto gets a fucking memorial. Even if “our” Senshi can’t be there, let’s see it in Crystal Tokyo. You don’t even have to have words. Chibi-Usa lost and mourning. Her mother maybe tentative at first, unsure after so long, but then providing the direct comfort and affection she sometimes struggles with.

Those are ideas just off the top of my head that would have improved just this issue tremendously for me, AND I STILL HAVE TWO PAGES.

The problem isn’t limited space, the problem is limited caring.

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1. If you didn't have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time? My best friend and I talk about this all the time. I’d spend a shitload more time on my hobbies, probably. Literally just write/play guitar/work out all the time. Also probably drink a lot more too, so maybe it’s good that sleep is necessary.

2. What is your favorite piece of clothing you own / owned? I’m actually not sure. I like my band T-shirts, but I don’t think I have a favorite. Maybe my camo pants since they’re actual army fatigues and they’re comfy as fuck and have like four thousand pockets.

3. What hobby would you pick up if time & money weren't an issue? Stunt driving, probably. I’ve been drifting a few times and it’s fun as fuck but I don’t have the car for it. A Solara is not meant to do that shit.

4. What does your perfect room look like? Something with a big ass window overlooking a forest that I can shut with panels so my room is completely dark, and one of those crazy fucking beds that has a TV built into it. Also shitloads of band and boxing posters and a metric fuck-ton of anime figures and dragon statues and other such nerdy shit in a display case. Also a cat somewhere, and my girlfriend curled up next to me.

5. How often do you play sports? I don’t. I’m not really into sports at all, except for boxing and some football.

6. What fictional place would you like to visit? There are many. Hogwarts/Hogsmeade, Cairhien, Misaki Town, Fuyuki City, Aincrad, Akihabara (the one from Log Horizon, I know that’s actually a real city as well you smartass), literally anywhere in the Dragon Universe, Destiny Islands, Hollow Bastion, there are so fucking many.

7. What job would you be terrible at? Anything that involves a lot of pressure. I like cooking, but I could never work as a chef. The stress would crack me instantly.

8. When was the last time you climbed a tree? When I was a kid. I used to do that a lot actually. There’s a big fuckhuge maple tree my dad planted at the house we used to live in back before I was born, and it’s massive now.

9. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance of winning a medal for? Playing Dark Souls. I’d win gold, silver, and bronze. GITGUD.

10. What is the most annoying habit that you or other people have? I do that leg bouncing thing all the time, it pisses people off.

11. What job do you think you'd be really good at? Honestly I think I’d be a good therapist. I’m a fucked up person so I understand where most people are coming from, I love making people feel better, and I’m not one to think someone else’s feelings aren’t valid just because someone somewhere has it worse.

12. What skill would you like to master? Guitar. I know I’m good, but I’m nowhere near a master.

13. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on? Anything involving hikes in places like those you see on the crazy nature pictures on here. Those things make me hate living in shitty Tennessee.

14. If you had unlimited funds to build a house to live on for the rest of your life, what would the finished house look like? Probably two floors and a basement, Victorian style, somewhere surrounded by wilderness. A garage, a storm cellar, I’m not gonna sit here and describe the interior but it would be fancy but not stuffy or pretentious, just obviously very well-to-do. I like nice things, sue me.

15. What's your favorite drink? Lemonade. Also Mountain Dew.

16. What state or country do you never want to go back to? Mississippi. Why the fuck is the spelling so retarded, for one. That place isn’t even a state, it’s a cess pit. Half the fucking roads don’t have streetlights. I drove for a goddamn hour and didn’t see a Walmart or anything other than an occasional shitty little gas station. Why is it real. I bet they don’t even have running water. Do not fucking go to Mississippi.

17. What songs do you have completely memorized? Shitloads of Metallica songs, also a lot of pop songs because I’m a cuck apparently.

18. What game or movie universe would you like to live in? The Kingdom Hearts universe. Everything is a world. You could go anywhere.

19. What do you consider to be your best find? That’s a weird question. Probably my girlfriend. :P

20. Are you usually early or late? Early because I’m paranoid about showing up late.

21. What pets did you have when you were growing up? Mouse and Alex. My kittehs. I miss them a lot. And random reptiles and amphibians.

22. When people come to you for help, what do they usually need help with? Usually emotional support.

23. What takes up too much of your time? FUCKING WORK.

24. What do you wish you knew more about? A lot of things. The ocean, space, how time works, mythology, physics, dark matter.

25. What would be your first question after waking up from being frozen for 100 years? “Is VR like Sword Art yet?”

26. What are some small things that make your day better? Özge, music, nice weather, and good food.

27. Who's your go-to band or artist when you don't know who or what to listen to? That actually changes a lot. Usually it’s Metallica.

28. What's the best way to start the day? Get up and not wish I hadn’t done that.

29. What TV shows do you like? House M.D., Criminal Minds, Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, Luther, The Colony, Firefly, Game of Thrones, Dr. Who, general anime.

30. What TV channel doesn't exist but really should? What a fucking weird question. I have no idea. Maybe a channel dedicated to the weekly teaching of guitar techniques or something.

31. Who has impressed you most with what they've accomplished? Özge, definitely, for not drinking. I’m really proud of her.

32. What age do you wish you could stay at permanently? I dunno, maybe 21.

33. What TV show or movie do you refuse to watch? Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I watched a bit of it and holy fucking god, it sucked. I will never try again.

34. What's your ideal way to spend a weekend? Well I work weekends. But I like chilling with the guys and playing games, getting drunk, and watching movies.

35. What is something that is considered a luxury, but you don't think you could live without? The Internet, but it shouldn’t be considered a luxury. Not having the Internet basically means you’re fucked.

36. What is your claim to fame? Uh. I can play guitar really well? I was the frontman for Distortion Sleep? Some people still recognize us in public, it’s kind of saddening.

37. What is something you enjoy doing the old-fashioned way? Nothing, really. i like convenience.

38. What's your favorite book or movie genre? Horror, I believe. Or drama. Or fantasy.

39. How often do you people-watch? Not very often. I don’t like people.

40. What have you only recently formed an opinion about? I can’t think of anything. Islam, perhaps.

41. What's the best day of the year? Whatever day is the first day of a long vacation.

42. What subject interests you that not many people have heard of? Dark matter.

43. How do you relax after a long day of work? With a drink or by working out.

44. What's the best book series or TV series you've ever read or watched? Best book series is Wheel of Time.

45. Where is the farthest you've ever been from home? Probably when I was in Manhattan or San Diego.

46. What's the most heartwarming thing you've ever seen? Some of the stuff I’ve seen on here is pretty heartwarming. The little kid giving the toy garbage truck to the garbage guys was adorable.

47. What is the most annoying question people ask you? “What aisle is the bread on?” I dunno maybe the fucking aisle that says “BREAD” you piece of shit

48. What could you give a 40-minute presentation on with no preparation? Guitar. I could babble about that shit for hours.

49. If you were the dictator on a small island nation, what crazy dictator stuff would you do? Ban fedoras. Make everyone own a cat. Make one person at random per week submit their cat to me for a 24-hour checkup that is really just me cuddling and playing with the cat. Make Mountain Dew a fundamental human right. Homophobes shall be met with swift death. Somehow kidnap Trump and lock him in a cage. Flog him whenever people get bored, angry, hungry, or if they just want to.

50. What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives? Eat authentic Italian food. Like in a restaurant where the chefs are people who immigrated from Italy. That shit is dope.

51. Would you rather go hand gliding or whitewater rafting? That’s tough, but hang gliding. I like the sky.

52. What's your dream car? A Lamborghini Diablo SE-30.

53. What's worth spending more on to get the best? Food.

54. What is something a ton of people are obsessed with, but you just don't get? Supernatural. I think that show is a piece of shit with some of the worst acting and dialogue I’ve ever seen.

55. What are you most looking forward to in the next 10 years? Moving away from here, hopefully getting a place with her, hopefully being financially stable.

56. Where is the most interesting place you've been? South Dakota. Going to the north during winter was an experience.

57. What's something you've been meaning to try but haven't gotten around to it? Acid. no seriously, I want to trip balls.

58. What is the best thing that happened to you last week? I went to MTAC.

59. What piece of entertainment do you wish you could erase from your mind, only to experience it for the first time again? My friend and I talk about this all the time. The first time we heard “Disconnected” by In Flames it was like a fucking epiphany. I’d like to do that again.

60. If all jobs had the same pay rate and hours, what job would you want to have? I’d be a mystery shopper. That’s so trollzy.

61. What amazing thing have you done that no one was around to see? This one time a wasp flew at me while I was holding a stick so I swung the stick at it in a futile attempt to save myself and I just fucking wrecked this thing, the sound of the stick hitting its body was audible. Punk bitch ass wasp didn’t know who he was fucking with.

62. How different was your life 1 year ago? Extremely different, my life 1 year ago was utter shit.

63. What quirks do you have? I fuck with my hair a lot.

64. What would you rate 10/10? My girlfriend. And Italian food.

65. What fad or trend do you think should come back? Nothing I can think of, fads are dumb.

66. What is the most interesting piece of art you've seen? I have no idea. It’s hard to impress me with art because so much of it is bullshit nowadays, somebody just flings paint onto a canvas and calls it art. My friend Lara does some pretty fucking intense stuff though, she’s really talented with dot art.

67. What kind of art do you enjoy most? Anything abstract and weird.

68. What do you hope never changes? The relationship I’m in, unless it changes for the better.

69. What city would you most like to live in? Berlin :D Or San Diego but only if she’s with me.

70. What movie title best describes your life? I dunno, is there a movie called “What the Fuck is Going On?”?

71. Why did you decide to do the work you are doing now? Because I needed money. I hate my job.

72. What's the best way a person can spend their time? Doing stuff they love.

73. If you suddenly became a master at woodworking, what would you make? That would be fucking cool. Probably just random models of stuff I find interesting. Honestly might carve anime figures and sell them.

74. Where is the most relaxing place you've ever been? The ocean. The waves are chill.

75. What's the luckiest thing that has ever happened to you? I met her on here :) And I got pulled up onstage at a Five Finger Death Punch concert.

76. Where would you rather be from? Germany.

77. What are some things you've had to unlearn? I used to have a lisp and I trained myself to get rid of it.

78. What do you look forward to in the next 6 months? Saving money, eventually going to see her. Also the fair.

79. What website do you visit most often? Probably this one.

80. What one thing do you really want but can't afford? A Lambo, a house, a fucking planet ticket to Berlin goddamn it why are they so expensive fuck god

81. Where do you usually go when you have free time? My room. My cave. My fortress of solitude.

82. Where would you spend all your time if you could? In Germany with her.

83. What's special about the place you grew up? Honestly fucking nothing. Lebanon sucks, there’s nothing there and all the people are shit.

84. What age do you want to live to? I’d like to live to like 400 just to see where the world goes. If it goes south I can just eat a bullet.

85. What are you most likely to become famous for? Music, I hope.

86. What are you absolutely determined to do? Visit Germany.

87. What is the most impressive thing you know how to do? Play guitar really well. Also beat Through the Fire and Flames on expert.

88. What do you wish you knew more about? You asked me this already you insensitive bastard

89. What question would you most like to know the answer to? What the fuck is all of this shit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsAg8MzwM9A

90. What question can you ask to find out the most about a person? Ask how they view other people I suppose.

91. When was the last time you changed your opinion or belief about something major? Probably about Özge explained a lot of stuff about Islam to me.

92. What's the best compliment you've ever received? I love being called “handsome”. It’s such an underappreciated and underused compliment.

93. As the only human left on earth, what would you do? Get really drunk and then end myself. Seriously that would fucking suck.

94. Who inspires you to be better? My girlfriend. I’ve gotten a lot better because of how supportive she is.

95. What do you want your epitaph to be? “One more shot won’t kill me” but only if one more did indeed kill me.

96. What haven't you grown out of? Anime and stuffed animals.

97. In what situation or place would you feel most out of place in? Church. Anytime I go to a church I feel fucking awkward.

98. What's the dumbest thing you've done that actually turned out pretty well? Well my best friend and I bought a bus and defaulted on our lease to live on it. That was fucking stupid, but it taught me a lot of things.

99. If someone wrote a book on an event in your life, what would the book be about? The bus incident. We’ve actually talked about writing a book about it because of what a fucking fiasco it was to even get the thing.

100. What's something you will never do again? Buy a fucking bus. And ruin my relationship.

101. How do you hope you'll change as a person in the future? Hopefully I won’t drink so much and I won’t be so insecure.

102. What keeps you up at night? Stress, usually.

103. What's the most surprising self-realization you've had? “Holy fuck, I was emotionally abused and then I emotionally abused someone.” And then I started drinking too much.

104. What is the most illegal thing you've ever done? Many things. Probably shoplifting, I used to do that fairly frequently because I was a stupid kid.

105. How do you get in the way of your own success? By being too insecure to try.

106. What are you afraid people see when they look at you? My stupid fucking smile, ugh.

107. What is your biggest regret? Fucking things up with her, but I did it and I can’t change it, I just need to not do it to anyone else.

108. What do you look down on people for? Being homophobic or bigoted in any other way.

109. What bridges do you not regret burning? There aren’t many. I suck at letting people go.

110. What lie do you tell most often? “I’m sick”

111. What would be your spirit animal? A cat, I bet.

112. What is the best & worst thing about getting older? You stop being stupid, but you start needing to watch what you eat.

113. What are you most likely very wrong about? Nothing. I know everything. I am never wrong. If you disagree, you prove your incompetence. Bow to me, mortal.

114. If you had a personal flag, what would be on it? A weird cube shape that we used to use for Distortion Sleep.

115. What's happened that changed your view on the world? Well we elected Trump as president so I think we’re all fucked.

116. What is the biggest lesson you've learned? Don’t let insecurity make you an asshole.

117. What is the most immature thing you do? I dunno, skip work?

118. What are you famous for among your friends & family? My guitar and singing skillz yo.

119. If your childhood had a smell, what would it be? Peanut butter and jelly.

120. What one responsibility do you wish you didn't have? Having a fucking job.

121. What are 3 things you want to accomplish before you die? Visit a bunch of different places, make a career out of music, beat the dogshit out of a rapist.

122. What do you want to tell your 10-year-old self? “Start playing guitar you stupid fuck”

123. What's the best thing you got from your parents? My musical ability.

124. What's the best thing about you? I’m compassionate I suppose.

125. What blows your mind? Space and the ocean. Dude that shit is cray cray.

126. Have you ever saved someone's life? Yeah, I have.

127. What are you really good at but embarrassed to be good at? I’m not embarrassed to be good at anything.

128. What would a mirror opposite of you look like? Someone who isn’t sexy as fuck.

129. What are 3 interesting facts about you? I can curl my tongue, I talked to Arnold Schwarzenegger on the phone once, and I hit a golf ball so hard it exploded.

130. Which of your scars has the best story behind it? I have a big scar on my right hand from when I jumped down off my bed and my hand came down on my guitar’s head stock. It almost punched through the back of my hand and it was so painful I almost blacked out. I had stitches for like two months. Holy fuck it was so shitty.

131. What's the title of the current chapter in your life? “Recovery”

132. What were some of the biggest turning points in your life? Dropping out of college, starting the first band, meeting Jessica, meeting Özge.

133. What's the hardest lesson you've learned? Sometimes if you fuck something up badly enough, it can’t ever be fixed, even if both people forgive each other.

134. What do people think is weird about you? I slouch really badly.

135. What mistake do you keep making? I drink too much.

136. What have you created that you're most proud of? I wrote a song called “Alone Sleep Ghosts” that is better than anything I’ve ever written and it will probably never be topped.

137. What do you doubt? Myself, all the time.

138. What are some of your morals? Don’t be a bigoted fuckhole.

139. What do you want to be remembered for? My music and my compassion.

140. What do you regret not doing in your childhood years? Picking up guitar earlier.

141. What is your favorite fragrance? Flowery perfumes. Also cooking food.

142. What do you think your last words will be? “Is Tsukihime 2 out yet?”

143. Who or what do you take for granted? I try not to take anything for granted, but most modern conveniences.

144. Why would you be annoying as a roommate? Not at all because I’d stay in my room constantly.

145. What is something you're insecure about? Being replaced.

146. What's the best & worst piece of advice you've received? Best: Don’t let your insecurities ruin your life. Worst: Just do what you love, don’t worry about how much money it makes you.

147. What irrational fears do you have? Spiders, broken glass, needles, and being hurt emotionally.

148. What makes a good life? Being with someone you love and being financially stable.

149. What's the last adventure you went on? We traveled to Georgia for a LARP last year.

150. What is the most memorable gift you've received? The cards that Jess sent me.

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