#and I'm going to amass so much nonsense over a year and it will be Too much if i still have all this other junk to worry abt

[squidsponge]

Analyzing the Clone Assassin, part 2: YES, HE HAS ORGANIC LEGS

This is a PSA that CX-2 does not have prosthetic legs, but does have a bunch of accessories and very fancy gadgets the other don't that, and he will not stop playing with them.

The Bad Batch is not a Christopher Nolan film requiring intense scrutiny I'm giving it, but I needed art references and then twitter and reddit started posting nonsense screenshots, so pull out your little red strings and pin boards, because we're going full Pepe Silva here. :readmore:

The other assassins must be taking public transit, because neither of them sported an extravagantly modified comm they can't stop fiddling with, programmed to spin their chair around with as much drama as Obi-wan dropping his cloak.

Unlike the other assassins, who are both snipers, CX-2 is using a rangefinder along with his scope when studying Omega and collecting data intelligence, but not in battle with Crosshair.

These scenes are very darkly lit, so here's a better look at CX-2's very unique yet familiar glass-looking rangefinder.

In contrast, CX-1 from season three, a proper minimalist after Cody's heart does not use a rangefinder despite the distance, nor did his predecessor on Coruscant.

And then our mystery clone who can't leave any of the gadgets at home because he ends up using all of them:

If the idea of bringing Tech back bothers you or sounds like nonsense, I beg you to remember that this is Star Wars, a franchise that brought us "somehow Palpatine returned."

Consider Emerie's big reveal in season two. She spent multiple episodes speaking with a New Zealand accent, wearing a clone insignia patch, and has the same nose, brows, and mouth region that is signature to the clones, and they were hiding it behind a pair of glasses.

Our boy Rex is eating sad chili in a cave instead of having amassed significant numbers or a real plan in the last year and soon he'll be eating sad chili in a motorhome because this show really isn't that complicated.

Which brings us back to our very resourceful and well-funded assassin.

If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, and you're watching Star Wars, it's probably a duck.

And whether or not it's good writing, this authority-averse little duck is wearing his pre-reprogramming personality on his sleeve.

Cody is out there somewhere shuddering over what he did to give anybody the impression that any amount of brainwashing could turn him into this while the other assassins still have good manners and posture. Check out Part 1 for a comparison of CX from season 2's voice and attitude vs. CX-2.

#i really intended to leave this open ended #but it's so obviously tech #don't make me post a part three on why the vibroblade has nothing to do with cody #cody is dumping sand out of his boots #he has nothing to do with this #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 #tbb season 3 #the bad batch s3 #tbb season three #tbb season 2 #the bad batch spoilers #clone trooper tech

[van-zieksy]

Hi Ma'amsir Zieksy, hope you're having a good day. Here's a slightly ridiculous question I've been dying to ask: In a modern AU, how gamer do you think the van Zieks brothers are?

Greetings! I hope you are doing excellent! What a delightful ask! :D As someone who thoroughly enjoys games and adores the Van Zieks brothers, I am very happy about this ask.

I see the brothers as being very different in this regard. One might say they are polar opposites.

Barok isn't that much into video games and prefers board games and chess. Video games he does partake in are simulators, logic-based games and detective games where he can solve crimes. He does enjoy playing games like Mahjong or Solitaire on his handhelds. Occasionally he picks up a game with puzzle elements (like Zelda) or point-and-click games. It's not that he is against being invested in games, it's just that he prefers reading, arts and wine making more. Barok sees gaming as something that can enhance other aspects in his life as much as it is a way for him to unwind after a hard battle in the courtroom.

Klint is a gaming nerd to the point that he doesn't draw a line between real life and games anymore. He uses gaming slang when he talks to others without even realising it. The older brother enjoys games from all genres and usually spends his free time locked away in his ostentatious gaming room. A successful streamer, he has amassed a large following with his charming attitude and wits. He met his wife during one of his live streams. She kept sending him super chats to get his attention, and upon meeting in person for the first time, they immediately fell in love. They are now one of the most beloved couples that stream together. Even in court Klint often quotes characters to get his point across. While he's still quite the successful prosecutor, he only does it part-time, as streaming games is now his main job.

The brothers have respect for each other as each one hase their unique strengths, but they just love teasing each other.

Klint: "Dear brother, I have heard of your outstanding performance in court today. However, you can't hold a candle to me, which should go without saying. I am like a big boss. Feared by many and stronger than everyone else."

Barok: "Yet the big boss always ends up getting defeated by the protagonist in the end, who's usually an underdog, I may add."

Klint: "Gaaah, what do you know about games anyway!!"

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Klint: "Hey Barok, look, I just created myself in this brand new RPG."

Barok: "Hmmm...please don't take this the wrong way. I can certainly see the similarities, but he looks more like you on steroids, Klint."

Klint: "Nonsense! I am strong. Look!"

Barok: "I am not denying that. You certainly are well-built and have many admirers, but Klint the Destroyer right there shares a closer resemblance to me."

Klint: "Don't forget I'm still the older brother, baby boy!"

Barok: "Sure. Despite that I am one inch taller than you."

Klint: "Nooo! How dare you! Size isn't everything, you know. I won the Prosecutor of the Year award just last month after I singlehandedly defeated all my enemies!"

Barok: "And it's certainly well-deserved. You are an outstanding prosecutor. But I needn't remind you that I am Director of Prosecutions. And before you can say anything, please don't forget that I was recommended for the position even before you stepped down from your full-time position as a prosecutor, so you can't use your second job as a streamer as an excuse."

Klint: "Aaah!"

/j

(Barok is taller and broader than Klint, even of it's only ever so slightly, so I'd say that would carry over to a modern AU. Unlike in canon, Klint is alive and well here + Barok is older than 23 and already has his own career, so they can be on even ground.)

So anyway. Barok does casual gaming as a hobby. Klint made gaming his profession. Both are happy with what they do, which is what matters most. The brothers sometimes play local co-op games, such as racing games or sports games, together with friends. I like the idea of them both having very distinct habits/preferences, because in canon, one isn't like the other either.

I hope you have a great day/evening! Thanks again! ☺️

#barok van zieks #klint van zieks #ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #tgaac #tgaa #dai gyakuten saiban #whats-a-reading ask #aks #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers #dgs

[aaeoluss]

the problem of all problems though is that I'm enthusiastic about all my wips enough that I couldn't bear to abandon any of them but not enthusiastic enough to really be dedicated to completing them

#EXCEPT uif which i am SO enthusiastic about #it's going to be 100k+ though so i can't really dedicate to work on it until I'm done with all this other stuff first #because it's going to take a year to write uif (oh wow that's daunting to say. all my books took so long and I'm used to it but oof) #and I'm going to amass so much nonsense over a year and it will be Too much if i still have all this other junk to worry abt #clear out the queue first. then uif. then more nonsense. rinse and repeat

[madi2112]

5 years a Castmember

5 years ago today - November 10th - I somewhat started as a Walt Disney World Castmember.

I say somewhat because I wasn't me yet.

Well, not on the outside quite yet, anyways.

That would come almost two years later.

The inside me, has been a Castmember now for 5 years.

I started in Monorails and after failing to be certified as a Monorail pilot, I decided that was not the role I wanted. I was then forced into food and beverage. The quick service food role was also not the right fit for me and I was seduced by some extra $$ into accepting a position at University Orlando.

I tried doing both for a while but that was difficult as I was also starting my physical transition as well.

So I ended up amassing enough points by calling in sick to have Disney release me in January 2017. Just over a month later I also left Universal and a few days after that was in a Coma.

Thank goodness who ever submitted my release paperwork at Disney clicked the yes button under the "eligible for rehire? " entry.

After recovering from my Coma and missing Disnry so much, I rejoined them in September of 2017 and have thrived ever since.

Thank God for second chances!

I was finally myself now as my outside presentation matched my inter being and was determined to be the best Castmember I could.

I juggled Chemotherapy and Cancer care along with work right as I rejoined and until I couldn't do it any longer.

This time I found the proper procedures and went out on medical leave for 6 months.

Since my return in April of 18 I have accomplished a lot.

Seating Hostess, General Teller, Trainer, Disney University Facilitor, Once Upon A Time....is Now Hostess.

My real calling of facilitator, guide and educator became apparent to me and I was on that career path until the Covid shutdown. That put an end to hiring any new Castmembers for a long while and shutting down most of what I loved doing.

I'm still training at Tony's, but now it's Castmembers who have been forced to join us by the layoffs and restructuring.

Not as rewarding, but still enjoyable to me.

This will keep me going until all this Covid nonsense has run its course.

I still love being a Castmember and try to bring as much positive energy to guests and other Castmembers each and everyday as I can.

Even with the difficulties Disney has faced lately I am still extremely proud to be a Castmember.

I can't imagine working anywhere else. They have been incredibly supportive of me and shown a willingness to put me in front of hundreds of guests and help train hundreds of Castmembers.

I'm not sure there are a lot of other places that would have such confidence in a transwoman such as myself.

So unless my beloved wife calls me home or the parks don't survive these strange times, I am a Castmember for the rest of my life.

Even if my wife does calls me home I will transfer to a Disney Store in Utah to stay with them.

BUT, The odds of her doing that are very slim.

~Madison HRT1372

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

Fruit And The Work Of Geniuses

Another wip that had been sitting for months that I finally finished. I'm tagging @ravenousscorpian because of a conversation we had a few days ago.

In this fic Doofus Rick wants to solve the problem that concerns the love for a certain kind of fruit.

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A glance at your kitchen pantry said a lot about your dietary habits. Having lived alone for several years, you only bought what you'd eat and wouldn't go bad under your neglect. Therefore, you had amassed a collection of canned food and had only started eating a little better when Zeta-7 came along; gently and carefully introducing foods you'd like and would buy if you came across them. With his influence, you found that instead of just going through meals, you now had to give it a little more effort, and was happy when meals did taste good. However, there was something that he couldn't deny you; the love you had for the taste of canned pineapple.

There were about two shelves full of only canned pineapple and you enjoyed about a can or two a day depending on your mood, but this worried Rick because raw pineapple was obviously better for your health. You thought that who could beat sliced pineapple in 100% fruit juice? Well, he had a few ideas. There was jackfruit, but it was expensive. Rambutan, which wasn't acidic enough, and dragon fruit which wasn't enough. You began to feel a little hurt and just wanted to pop open one of those cans when he came up with an idea.

Let him jar some for you. You were skeptical, which he understood, but you followed him towards the garage where he had everything set up and covered. Oh boy, he was certainly prepared. “Rick, I think it's great that you want to do this for me, but I don't see how it's going to be cost-effective.”

“If y-you buy them at the grocery store,” he began his explanation, his gestures making it more exciting than it actually was; his hair moving about as he tilted his head to glance at you and various items on the room. “then maybe not, but if you get them straight from the fields then th-they are. However, I-I-I know that's not practical for you. So, I-I-I thought of a solution.”

“Which is?”

Pulling out a blue cube from one of his inner lab coat pockets, you saw as his eyes light up with excitement, eager to show you his new, fresh little baby of an invention. “Th-this. Here,” he brightened, “y-you can hold it if you like, it's completely safe.”

Hmm, a blue cube; hadn't you seen that in a movie somewhere? Though, nonetheless, you took it from his hand and found it weighed as much as a pen. “How do you know its safe?”

“I ugh - I-I-I dedicated several weeks to testing it. I had help of-of course.”

“Let me guess, was it from a little blue man?”

“No,” he confessed; his smile warmed by a familial affection. “but from a-a friend. He tends t-t-to travel a lot, but I enjoy his company when he stops by. Luckily, he's doing well, though I hope he visits again while you're here. I think y-y-you would like him.”

“Is he a Rick?”

“No, but he - he's smarter than he's given credit for.”

It couldn't have been that one Morty could it, the one with the eye patch? Impossible. Zeta-7 was a dear, but he didn't have any friends as odd as him, did he? You could only wonder.

“I can see you value it, his intelligence I mean.”

“Mhm, but I'm sure it - it doesn't mean much coming from me.”

“It probably means more than you could ever know. Let's hope that it does.”

“Th-thank you m-mi corazón.”

“No problem. So, what is this thing?”

“What you're holding, it's - it's a dehydrated storage cube. Do y-you want to know how it works?”

“I don't see why not?”

“Gee, I-I don't know, I guess I want t-t-to be sure. I don't want to bore you.”

“Nonsense, you could never bore me. Come on, tell me how it works. I've been dying to see the blackboard. Unless it's been replaced.”

“Gosh, I-I-I didn't. It's right over there behind th-the shelves.”

“Good, then there's no reason for you not to explain it to me. Come on, I know you want to.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he nodded and did as he was told and retrieved the blackboard while you slipped into your own labcoat which had been hanging in the hallway closet. By the time you popped back into the garage, he was only halfway done scribbling the mathematical equations involved. You heard him sigh, and groan as he worried about writing it all down correctly. Now, you weren't much of a math wiz, never had been, but you were highly skilled in flustering him when he was being extraordinarily pleasing or any other time. With his back facing you, there was only one thing you could think of doing.

Wrapping your arms around him, he gasped in surprise, but regardless, he kept on scribbling. “Rick?”

“Mhm?”

“Ricky, the science bean,” you giggled, “just relax. You're not explaining this to a room full of people, but only to me.”

“I-I know, but it's - what if it doesn't work?”

“Then you'll try again, and I'll be there swooning over you as you fill the garage with sparks and sci-fi noises. There's no need to get anxious, because it's going to be great. Don't ever doubt that. I don't.”

Setting down his chalk, he turned around and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “O-o-okay.”

For the next hour he into a brief explanation of where the idea came from, which was definitely technology based off sci-fi as well as the process and what other functions the specialty ray gun could do. Your comments and questions in turn took up another hour, and in the end, instead of going into how amusing and delightful it was, you allowed him to demonstrate it. Giving the cube back to him, he took a deep breath before he dropped it into a large washtub full of water. At first, there was nothing, but then it glowed for a few seconds, before expanding and revealing several dozen pineapples which were stacked nicely in a pyramid. “Wow, now that's pretty.”

“It - it worked.”

“Of course, because you're a genius.”

That endless smile which you thought would fade if it failed was as large and goofy as ever. “Th-thanks for believing me.”

“You're welcome. You know, I don't think I've ever seen this many pineapples in one place. I don't know much about them, except that it takes forever to grow them.

“A-about two years, but longer in colder climates.”

“ Rick, I know I've said it earlier, but I really appreciate this. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Gosh, I'm so glad. I-I really hoped you would. I-I-I-I picked all these at the peak of freshness where th-they will be their sweetest, and I can cut them up and jar them in a jiffy.”

“Question, how do you plan on doing that? It'll take hours, days maybe. Trust me, I've tried it before and it's such a pain.”

“Now, th-that's the fun part.”

Guiding you towards the workbench, he pointed towards a silver toaster. Goodness, this was going to be quite a show, but you couldn't help but smile at not only the effort, but at the excitement; another reminder that above all else that he wasn't only a sweetheart of a boyfriend, but an adorkable mad genius. You only hoped this contraption wouldn't attempt to enslave the human race, or worse, mess up his adorable hairdo.

Fin

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