#judo cruise

[gojifan97]

An excerpt from one of my WIPs

Because of the day, I decided to post this excerpt that will absolutely appear in one of my fics:

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Izuku, Tomura, and Eri were playing on one of Tomura’s really old consoles from Sega. Despite the primitive graphics it was actually pretty fun.

Tomura and Izuku tried to murder each other through their video game avatars (while Eri innocently cruised to victory because they were to focused on each other). They were as brutal and vicious toward each other as if they were actual siblings.

“Why. Won’t. You. Die?!” Tomura said.

“You first!”

While they were playing, All for One walked in. “Oh, having fun on the old Saturn?”

Eri paused the game and held up a controller. “Yeah! We have a spare controller! Do you want to play?”

Fortunately, All for One raised his palm and said, I’m afraid I can’t. I have an important job to do right now and I must lea-“

All for One stopped as he backed into someone. He whirled around, coming face to face with a  stern man in a martial arts gi glaring at him, his arms folded in cold fury. All for One let out a horrified gasp. “S-Segata Sanshiro!”

In a flash, Segata Sanshiro grabbed All for One and judo flipped him over his shoulder. All for One screamed as he flew across the room and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact. Segata Sanshiro turned around as All for One exploded a second time. The great hero then jabbed a stern finger at the three.

“Sega Saturn Shiro!”

#my hero academia #all for one #segata sanshiro #my fics #happy april fool's day

[uselessbard1031]

UselessBard1031 101

A user on Ao3 just asked me what I'm like and I realized that after these few years a few of you might like to know as well. So, I replied there and I'll repost the response here.

If any of you ever have questions about me or my stories dm me, comment! :) I really love hearing from you <3

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"Hello!

I will start off by saying I do recognize your user name. It's still so crazy to me that I have readers who have followed me that long.

As for your query, I'm not sure what you'd like to know, so I suppose I'll just offer up a UselessBard 101, lol.

I am in my 20s, I have blue eyes and blonde curly hair; I'm 5'5 and 125ish pounds with tattoos all down my arms and an extra special top secret tattoo only very special ladies and actors sharing a changing room with me get to see ;) (my Tumblr pfp is pretty much me lol). I was going to do a face reveal during livestreaming but, as I've mentioned in some author notes, I'm starting a Cruise Ship job this month so I won't be able to do so, unfortunately. (But never say never!)

As for hobbies, I write, act (currently I work as a scare actor at a haunted house), bake, crochet, sew, do martial arts (Marcaida Kali, Krav Maga, Haitian Grappling, Mhuy Tai, Boxing, Ju Jitsu, Judo, Taekwondo, Kendo, and bits of others), I do yoga everyday along with meditation, and I love love love to read (currently reading Later by Stephen King and the Pali Canon).

My favorite color is red, specifically Crayola Crayon red, like, the color that comes out of the crayon labeled simply red. My favorite food is a garbage plate (though I'm a vegetarian and Rochester Meat Hot Sauce is a must on any plate so I just cry instead of indulging lol). My favorite book is a tie between both books in the Parker and Pentecost series by Steven Spotswood (Stephen?) (Lillian Pentecost is another one of my fictional crushes because omgodddddd that woman <3) My favorite film is Bullet Train (yes that modern one; I just love it sm and relate to Ladybug on another level).

I've been writing since, well, forever. There was this thing at my elementary school called the 'friendship pole'. It was just an old tetherball pole they had taken the ball off of when parents decided tetherball was 'too dangerous' of a game for us kids. The concept being that if you were a friendless little child, you would go sit by the pole and someone would ask you to play. Well, I'd go there every recess and sit and wait and watch other kids get asked to play and never me. It was tricky then to get a swing or slide without being 'in' with whatever group had claimed them that day. So I started bringing a notebook. That's the first time I can really remember writing for fun. By the end of fifth grade I was finsihing my first 'novel' (I have no idea if it actually met the wordcount for a novel, it was just however long a composition notebook was).

The story was called 'BroadFire' and was about a girl from a horse farm who befriended a wild horse. she had named the thing BroadFire, hence the name. Anyway, I don't remember much other than that he father didn't approve for some reason -- I think he thought it was dangerous because it was wild -- so he sought to kill it. In the original ending he did kill Broadfire, but I know my mom yelled at me for that so I think I ended up changing it, though I can't recall what to. That proves then that my original ending was definitely the best, or at least the most memorable.

I guess that's me then. Um, other labels are Buddhist, Lesbian, German/Irish American. Not really sure what more to say, so I hope I've helped you know me a bit better. <3 :)"

#about me #meet the author #fanfiction #ao3 #uselessbard1031 #x reader #procrastinator ik #funfacts #biography I guess #ask me #Add me on League of Legends: SkittleNoir

[andydelire]

dans le vide

Herko’s jeté out the window was described as a “postmodern dance” that began with him coming out the bath while Mozart’s Coronation Mass in C Major was playing. He concluded the dance with jumping out of the apartment window to his death. The complicated question in class this week was, how is performative suicide art? What kind of statement is Herko making by turning his own suicide into a performance? There is very little documentation on Herko’s life, to the point where only secondary sources are found in physical archives. Cruising Utopia (2009) by Jose Munoz is perhaps the most accessible information on him.    

To provide context to other artists who have attempted something similar, here is the famous Yves Klein Saut dans le vide (1960) photo. While this photo without explanation could seem like someone’s suicide captured on film, Klein was actually studying judo at the time and had a landing pad on the street (as to avoid injuries) that was removed from the photo during editing.

[hesbythecampfire]

30 Day Blog Challenge

2) 20 Facts about you.

This might be a hard one. I decided to go chronically- pretty much- and put things that I think defined me. I'm 66 years old so there's a lot to work with. As Bob Seger wrote "What to leave in. What to leave out."

1. I was born in Flint, MI in 1956. I could see the top of an auto factory from my front porch.

2. I got a baby brother for my second birthday, they still won't let me send him back.

3. In elementary school I had to wear a full brace on my right leg [Legg-Perthes] until 3rd grade. When we moved to 'the burbs'.

4. I am dyslexic and spent 2 years in LD classes. 5th and 6th grade. This was unusual in the 60s. It helped me a ton.

5. I am the oldest of 4 boys.

6. I walked to and from school every day. (Up hill, both ways) On the way home I stopped by the library, grabbed books or records [Harry Neilson - look him up] and at the drug store to buy candy and comic books.

7. I was a free-range kid, we all were. I spent my childhood in the woods and fields near my home. Rode minibikes and skateboards . Splashed in creeks. Exploring for hours. And the most amazing winter when the forest floor froze.♥️ (if you have ever skated a forest. Consider yourself blessed). I actually ran track. We moved to Ohio after my 9th grade year.

8. I sang baritone in Mens Chorus for 3 years. 3 state championships.

9. I started a rock and roll band with my brother and some high school friends. I played base.

10. I earned a Brown belt in Judo.

11. My mom died suddenly right after my 18th birthday

12. I went to Ohio State (Sorry Blue friends - I got accepted there too but couldn't afford it.)

13. My 1st car was a '67 Firebird Convertible.

14. I was the production manager for our student theater group for 3 years.

15. I worked in Student Security during the school year and in an auto factory building Camaros and Firebirds in the summer.

16. I took a job with a division of Dayton-Hudson Corp. and knocked around retail management until I couldn't stand it any longer.

17. I became a bartender. Played around for a few memorable years. Eventually I met my wife, became a step-dad to 3 great kids and got a 'real' job for a while.

18. I opened a cruise-only travel agency with my wife and absolutely no experience. (25 great years)

19. I sent all 3 of my kids to OSU and most of my money.

20. I have 3 wonderful grand kids.

#30 day blog challenge #thank you

[twiststreet]

I was supposed to get a lot done today, but instead I read short story, took a 2 hour nap, watched my baseball game, and just rewatched the leaked Mission Impossible trailer over and over and over and over.

I think an underrated thing about that trailer is how little it’s a Tom Cruise trailer, and how much it’s a Rebecca Ferguson trailer.  Everybody knows Tom Cruise is going to try to kill himself, and it’s going to be rad and entertainingly disturbing.  But all the big action beats in the trailer?  Besides Tom Cruise doing some light judo in a nightclub, and driving a car some?  It’s either Rebecca Ferguson or Pom Klementieff (who I think is one of the baddies).   Rebecca Ferguson looking like Metal Gear: Phantom Limb-era Big Boss in the desert?  Check.  Rebecca Ferguson shooting a machine gun?  Check.    Rebecca Ferguson pulling out a sword to do sword fighting?  Chheeeeeeeeck (p.s. yessssss).  Like...  They just show Tom Cruise looking angry and running (but I assume he does those things because those are the best tools in his toolbox, they know to put him doing that in his movies, they’re not idiots)?  Besides that, it’s mostly Ferguson scoring W’s.

I like how Christopher McQuarrie didn’t just discover Rebecca Ferguson, for all intents and purposes (a BBC series aside), but has just so fully committed to turning her into an action movie star.   

I also like the idea of Rebecca Ferguson being the enforcer of the MI team-- the last two movies have really set her up as being a badass so it’s like... yeah, give Ilsa Faust the ball.  It was one of the complaints that old school MI fans had after the first three, how those weren’t team movies.  It’s neat how they’ve turned that around, where I feel like I know who that team is now (except why they have two hackers, even though not a terribly lot is getting hacked in these movies, except that I like both Rhames and Pegg, so)... I don’t know-- it’s my favorite “franchise.”

My favorite thing in the trailer though isn’t any of the major players though-- when the green gas(?) grenades goes off, in the green gas sequence (???) there’s a woman in a chair who jerks her body back, and everytime I end up watching her and saying “she did a great job-- it’s really believable that lady’s unhappy about taking a gas bomb in the face.” Least favorite part: the submarine. There’ve been a lot of cool movies set on submarines in them-- Crimson Tide or Hunt for Red October or whatever-- but I don’t know-- I want to see Tom Cruise run and you can’t really run easily on a submarine-- they’re not long enough!

#movie trailers. #mission impossible

[coliviataylor]

I'm exhausted

Can we just talk about how exhausting life has become? I feel the older I get the busier and busier I get and it is exhausting. Where I forget how to relax. I told Frank today that I would relax and I feel as though I was just so lazy but I didn’t “relax”. Does that make any sense? Probably not. I am just so tired lately. Especially being back at work. I knew being off for 6 months would be a shock to the body going back to full time but damn it is kicking my ass harder than I thought it would. It doesn’t help that I am still so bitter going back and I am miserable being there. Sorta. It is a long story that I don’t feel like getting into right now, another night I will explain it. 

So yeah just so exhausted. I am also exhausted from the flood of inspiration I guess you could call it, but the lack of time. I just have so much built up that I just want to get all off my chest. Ahhhh anyways I am finally watching the Eras Tour Movie. To say I am excited to finally be watching it is an understatement. I plan to talk about more of it later, for now I will just say I wish I could talk to you about this. About you work, About your life. About how you are truly doing. It has been exciting to see your life unfold as you re-release all your work, So because I am finally watching it, all the plans I had for the day went out the window. They will be for tomorrow. Actually I should write down a plan for tomorrow so I can stick to it and here is a good place to try that out. 

So tomorrow’s goals: 

Laundry, I want to at least get all our clothes washed and ready for the workweek. Oh and a load of towels. 

Clean the condo. Mostly tidy up and then mop the floors. It has been a couple weeks and I notice the older I get the more tightened my anxiety is when I have a messy place. I am trying to embrace the keeping it clean but its hard living with two boys. 

Make a match of cinnamon rolls for the monsters breakfast for the week. Plus I will and also try and bring it for my breakfasts at the office. 

Attempt at making cheesecake cupcakes. I am craving cheesecake so I though I will just make tiny ones for easy grab and go. 

Dinner prep with a chicken pot pie noodle skillet

Dinner prep for taco night. Not sure what night I am going to do it but I think Judo night! 

Prep some banana pancakes to put in the freezer. I recently made some and really enjoyed them. Then I put them in the monsters lunch one day and he ate them! I have been trying hard to get him to eat his lunches and when something new works it works, but then he starts to not touch it. So banana pancakes is a new idea I'm running with. Plus I might steal some for myself at work also. 

Make some Christmas Crack. I am craving it a bit after eating all this halloween candy. 

Make ribs for dinner. The monster is coming back from his moms and it will be just him and me. So might treat him with ribs and let his dad have the leftover for his lunches. 

Oh the list is already exhausting me. But if I get all that done I know I will feel good. I wasn’t able to relax today because all I thought about what all the things I wanted to get done. Then I kick myself in the ass for not doing it and because of that I couldn’t relax. So tomorrow I know I will be able to feel good once that is all done! I know it will also help me cruise through the week better. I am dreading work and a way I made it a bit more tolerable is a huge decluttering, so I look forward to spending my days with less mess to endure. If I have better order in my house I will feel good coming home at the end of the day. So hopefully writing it down will allow me to stick better to my goals. 

#taylor swift #dear taylor swift #love colivia

[elegant-agent]

dream log aug 15 2022

dreamt about a comedy series that suddenly turns into a high-stakes thriller drama about a group of small-town sheriffs

tom cruise was the captain for some reason, even though it was a british town

there was a point where a ps1 video game character has to team up with them to fight in a cp_powerhouse map except one side had a massive cliff like something out of avatar the movie

a black kid gets arrested and sent to jail, blames will smith who shows up and tries to help him

white wannabe-gangster rapper is there, pulls out a gun to try to shoot kid, kid does that judo gun grab and shoots rapper in the head, everyone goes out to celebrate because no one likes him

turns out he was wearing a steel bowl of mean under his beanie

serial killer guy shows uo, shoots a kid in a dramatic way, goes to guy who played commissioner gordon in dark knight who is with radio dispatch cleaning up a church. forgot to mention tom cruise shot serial killer in chest but it didn't kill him.

fight ensues, serial killer gets punched in chest a lot, ends when killer gets pushed into a spikey pipe in a bathroom stall

radio operator is wearing headphones, cam't hear what's going on

gordon decides to hide the body by leaving it in the stall, putting a 'do not enter' sticker on the door so no one goes in

end

[klaxustarah]

This isn't the first time Jinbe and Luffy fought

The first was after Marineford, when Luffy was beating himself up in despair after losing Ace. I even have a Jinbe in Treasure Cruise featuring him judo-throwing Luffy

#toonami #one piece

[judocruisegaming]

How To Use The Debug Console in Binding of Isaac Afterbirth+ and Repenta...

#binding of isaac #gaming #binding of issac rebirth #judo cruise

[kittyball23]

A Van Helsing Perspective (a Hotel Transylvania fanfic)

You must have been about four or five the very first time you heard about him. Much too old for fairy tales about Big Bad Wolves or witches who eat wandering children that stroll by her cottage, your great-grandfather decides to tell you a different story as he tucks you into bed that night. A story of a terrifying beast of a man, with dark magical abilities and an insatiable appetite that consisted of human blood. Your eyes widen involuntarily he tells you that the man is an immortal creature called a vampire, who is known far and wide as the infamous Count Dracula. At first, you don’t know what to make of him - or what he’s counting for that matter - but you do know that he is evil and must be ridden of his presence in the world. Thankfully, your great-grandfather enlightens you to some rather pleasing news. Because, despite your diminutive stature and less-than-threatening appearance now, in the future you were destined to be a great monster hunter, just like great-grandfather was. For it was the Van Helsing legacy to enter a life-long commitment to destroy the evil vampire that was Dracula. Any other child might be frightened to hear such a thing expected of them, but you take it in stride, and already begin plotting ideas in your head for how to make him have a permanent stay in his coffin. It’s a thought that puts a smile onto your lips as you drift off into sleep that night, and dream for the first time in your life about killing Dracula.

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Week after week, month after month, and year upon year, you train.

You take up karate in your youth, easily mastering the judo-like moves and pretending that the boards you smash through are his face. Along with martial arts, you master the skills of archery, shooting, and knife-throwing in your teenage years and beyond. Handling deadly weaponry like harpoons, spears, and all sorts of guns varying in size and shape now come second nature, and you hardly miss a target - moving, or not.

Your great-grandfather is impressed with your improvement, and one day entrusts you to his plan. Upon hearing it, you must admit it is pretty good. For somewhere deep beneath the seemingly-serene waves of the ocean was a terrible instrument of destruction that was so powerful, it succeeded in eliminating a whole city of monsters. He was eager to find it, lure the monsters with an enjoyable cruise on their boat, and then watch as they were destroyed in their final destination. You nod in approval when he is done explaining, and the work starts. His job is to pinpoint the location of Atlantis’s lost City and arrange the cruise bookings once found. Your job is to refine your training, and truly learn how to captain the Legacy. With everything you had to learn, it really is no problem at all. You even get some practice captaining for human cruises with much success. Then one day, as you throw knives at a worned poster of Dracula, your great-grandfather bursts into the room and announces that the commercial for the cruise has aired to monster audiences all over the world - Transylvania, included. In response, you throw your knife at the poster with more force and grin. The blade lands a direct hit in the forehead.

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Finally, after decades of planning and careful preparations, the plan is put into action. Scores of monsters clamored aboard the Legacy that warm summer night, their growls and roars of excitement ringing in the air. You make your presence known once everyone is settled on the deck, greeting them all with an act of great enthusiasm. It works, you think, as no one suspects a thing from your convincing behavior. It is when you start strolling casually on the deck waving to the newcomers that you see him, and there is no doubt in your mind that it is the dreaded vampire your great-grandfather is after. He's just as terrible as you were told, with a whitewashed excuse for skin and sharp, ivory fangs that poke out noticeably from the inside of his mouth. Hmph. So this is the great Count Dracula? you think, as you are reluctantly doing your best to sound as welcoming as possible. Him and his foul friends didn’t deserve such cordiality. It disgusts you to think that he is probably salivating just imagining the many different ways to sink his teeth into your neck. You try not to let it bother you, though. Because in the end, you know his days - along with every other monster aboard the Legacy - are numbered.

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Your first attempts at killing him end badly, and put your archery skills to shame. The flare misses his head, as does the lifeboat and crate you try to swing his way. You can’t be too surprised, you suppose. Your great-grandfather didtell you he was a slippery one. How else would he have been able to exhaust generation after generation of Van Helsings? Your scowl deepens even more as you see him prancing about with a dream-like grin on his face. What was heso happy about? Perhaps content with the knowledge that he would soon pick up a human snack on board. But you won't let him, not if you had anything to say about it.

A short time passes, and a string of profanities flies from your lips in rapid succession after the wooden spears fail to stake him during the stop at the scuba-diving site. What’s worse is that your cover was almost blown, and the need to escape the fish-like submarine had cut your time short from finishing the job. You’re still seething from anger when a few voices on the deck catch your attention. Stopping short, you hear his friends ask him if he is going to ask you out. Making a face, you're grateful that you are out of view from any onlookers. Dracula wants to date you? It's sickening to think of. There was no time, even in your excitable teenage years, to even ponder the thought of romance. A boyfriend would only mean a distraction to her mission. Besides, who wanted to be forced to make small talk about trivial things all alone on a date? And then the key word clicks in your head. Alone. You would have him right where you wanted him - alone, without friends or family there to protect him. You smile darkly at the thought. So, he wants to have you for dinner, eh? Well, two could play at that game.

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Dinner that night, takes several unexpected turns, to say in the least. Your plan, of course, fails once again. He survives your garlic-laced guacamole, much to your agitation. But, what he says next, strikes a chord within you. Dracula was a widower, the black-haired girl that had boarded with him being his daughter. The girl grew up without a mother, much like how you grew up without your mom ordad. It touches you, really. You never had real parents per say, and your great-grandfather was never one to inform you on who they were. A part of you feels a little bad for the Count, too, burdened with the task of raising his daughter by himself and hoping that she would do him proud. A task, not unlike the one your great-grandfather is taking with you. You suddenly feel the weight of the family legacy upon your shoulders and, while Dracula may not entirely know what is up your sleeve, he still sympathizes, assuring that it is possible to make your own future. The words sink in, and they feel freeing. You look up at him, and suddenly feel a pull, a strong urge to close the gap between the two of your faces. Is it a hypnotic force? You don't see any telltale signs. Whatever it is, you find yourself not caring as you lean in and await his lips to meet yours…

And then, your trance is broken abruptly at the arrival of a new and accusatory voice. The two of you break apart from your bubble, looking up to find the black-haired girl staring them down with heavy suspicion in her steely blue eyes. You’re grateful for the interruption, realizing only now with a panic what you were about to do. Occupied with his daughter, you quickly excuse yourself from Dracula and spend the oncoming daylight hours in a state of numbness. An gravelly voice suddenly startles you from your thoughts as an accompanying head pokes out from one of the ship’s ventilation pipes.

“Ericka!” your great-grandfather yells out in a demanding tone. “And where have you been, young lady?”

“Well, uh, doing work,” you explain quickly, though the excuse is a poor one as he regards your outfit.

“Wearing that?” He shakes his head. “You were with him! I know it!”

“Who?” you ask, hoping he would dismiss it after playing dumb.

It doesn’t work. “Who?! You know who! You’ve been sneaking around my back and trying to kill Dracula again, haven’t you?!”

The accusations make you snap. “So what if I have?! I am a GROWN WOMAN. I have a right to kill whoever I want!”

Great-grandfather shrinks back a bit at your explosion, and more calmly continues. “It’s not just about you. You could have ruined the legacy! What if he discovered who you really were?”

Your fists clench in growing agitation. “I know, I know. I wasn’t thinking. There’s just something about him that drives me CRAZY! I see him and I want to - !”

“Punch him?”

“Uhhh…. I guess….” You falter a bit at your great-grandfather’s suggestion. Punch him? No. I was only about to kiss him a few hours ago, that’s all,you think with a shudder. What the heck is wrong with you? If your great-grandfather could hear your thoughts, he’d certainly have a cow.

“I can’t wait to get this over with!” you cry out in lament, and it couldn’t be more true. This vampire is simply driving you crazy.

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The next day passes in a strange sort of blur. It looks to be an easier one at first, as the monsters guests would be too occupied by the entertainment Atlantis had to offer to take any particular notice of you crawling into the abandoned depths of the City that were left behind. You eventually see your object of desire - a stony tentacle-shaped thing that matches the stencil inside your great-grandfather's book - and begin to step toward it. Things seem to happen all at once now - you see an axe hurdling straight toward you from a place on the wall, but never feel the slice of the blade crush your skull open. No, you are not made a fresh corpse, but rather spared that ill-fate from the arrival of Count Dracula himself. You're too shaken to be any kind of mad, even when he makes up a poor excuse of future-predicting powers to explain off why he'd trailed after you in the first place. If anything, you are confused. Dracula had gone out of his way to save a human. If he had been following this whole time, he could have waited for the axe - or any of the booby traps for that matter - to do its job before he came up to your lifeless body and drained it of its blood. But he hadn't, and that's what doesn't make sense. Dracula was the enemy, or so your great-grandfather had always told you so. He was responsible for the defeats of your ancestors. So, why is it that you're feeling so guilty? From all the stories you were told, he had sounded like a remorseless killer who enjoyed bringing his victims pain. But, then you remember how he proceeded to save you from the flying axes, and how harmonious the two of you then were when gliding across toward the top of the trap-riddled staircase like a couple of graceful dancers. You remember looking into his eyes, blue like the ocean and calm like its waters, and thinking just how amiable he looked in that moment, regardless of the arrows and snakes that riddled his body. And then, you stiffen once more as you recall what he had confessed after his daughter - Mavis, was it? - had invaded their moment of privacy. Dracula, the Prince of Darkness, is in love with you. You of all people! He had never had an interest in feasting on your blood. He didn’t want to kill you, he wanted to kiss you. He didn’t want to harm you, he wanted to hold you. The irony of it all would be laughable if it wasn’t for the circumstances, and for that matter, your own mixed feelings. “You don’t understand!” you had said, desperately biting back the urge to confess everything to him about your true identity right there and then. “I could never be with someone like you!”

You felt like crying afterward, for the words were nothing short of a lie. You most certainly could be with someone like him. Someone who was kind-hearted and caring, who wanted nothing more than the best for his family. But, ultimately being who he is, and being who you are, fate just seemed to make it impossible.

Later on, you feel a cold pool of dread pit itself in your stomach as you begrudgingly open the door of the secret chamber and find your great-grandfather already standing at the frame with an expectant look on his elderly face.

“Ha! You got it!” he says in greeting.

“Yes,” you reply, feeling a bit surprised at how soft your voice sounds. A few days ago, you probably would have matched your great-grandfather’s enthusiasm as he hastily snatches the bag from your fingers and examines the tentacled stone object within. He says something about the ‘instrument of destruction’ and the family legacy, but you ignore him, lost in your own mess of thoughts. Secondthoughts about this whole ordeal, and whether or not you wanted to be a part of it anymore.

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The Kraken screeches in a terrifying fury as its tentacles swipe at the fleeing monsters below. You recognized some of them - the Mummy frantically scooping the glow-stick-riddled Invisible Man out of the way, the crab-handed Frankenstein as he and his wife ran about - but none of them stand out as much as Dracula. He tries to fly toward the creature to stop it, but the power of the instrument of destruction is no match when up against the hypnotized Kraken. The sea monster easily overpowers both him and his daughter who attempts to come to his aid. Your great-grandfather cackles maniacally as the tentacles wrap tightly around the vampire.

Your heart clenches at the sight of him being suffocated, unable to escape, and unable to break free from the doom that now befell him. Your great-grandfather seems to have no problem at all, but you beg to differ. You know where you stand now, and this wasn't right at all. It was wrong, wrong, wrong!Without a second thought, you rush in to save him - your Zing.

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When all was said and done, you know you made the right choice. The choice to spare Dracula his life in favor of starting a new beginning with him, or, a new legacy as you put it. And each day that followed the events of the cruise has him showing you just how much he loves you. With every timid hand-hold. With every warm embrace. With his nerve-wracking marriage proposal, that inevitably led up to your first kiss. You are more than relieved when you find that his friends are actually very supportive of you, and you’ve taken a liking to the girl group that was composed of their wives. Even more thrilling is how well you’ve gotten along with Dracula’s daughter, Mavis. To your pleasant surprise, she actually likes you. Sure, there was some hesitancy at first on both your ends (of course, it’s not easy to forget how your goal once was death upon the girl's father), but with time you put it in the past and really get to know each other. You know her dad sees something different in you, and soon enough it seems that she came to see it too. Mavis was a delightful and dedicated girl, and you find that you very much enjoy her company. She was there now, helping to adjust the veil that sat snugly atop your head.

You blush as you take in the rest of your attire. The white color of the outfit was nothing new to you, but what its significance meant did. For it was a wedding dress, an article of clothing that you never once fathomed wearing at any point in your life. And, much less was the thought that you would be using it to marry the one man that - only a few months prior - you had been so bent on destroying upon his first arrival aboard the Legacy. You sigh wistfully, knowing that it was all history now. You and your great-grandfather have seen the error of your ways, and learned to make amends with the monsters. Despite his strong disapproval at your relationship with the vampire before, you can see pride in his eyes as he walks - er, wheels - you down the aisle and up to the altar where your attractive groom awaits.

Everyone is there and, as weddings were of no foreign matter to the hotel, everything goes according to plan. Tears well in eyes and cheers erupt as the crowd hears the pronouncing of your union.

And it’s there, pressing your lips tenderly against the Count’s, that it is confirmed in your head once more. There's no denying it - you love him. You love his handsome pale face and that dashing smile that shows off his fangs. You love it later on that day when he runs those same fangs teasingly across your neck during what would be the first of many intimate moments together, knowing he would never use them to harm you in any way. You lay, exhausted but beyond satisfied in his strong embrace afterward, bare limbs intertwined with his as he holds you close and mumbles sweet nothings into your ear. In the midst of your delightful soreness, you grin, knowing that he loves you, too. It's crazy to think, with all that happened before that in some way led to this now. But, in pure honesty, you couldn't be more pleased.

#hotel transylvania #count dracula #ericka van helsing #abraham van helsing #mavis dracula #drericka #fanfiction #second person pov #kittyball writes

[koikishu]

Parade of Nations - Malta

French: Malte // English: Malta // Japanese: マルタ (Maruta)

    Malta formed its National Olympic Committee in 1928 and participated in its first Olympics as a country at the 1928 Amsterdam Summer Olympics. They haven’t hosted any Olympic Games, but they’ve participated in 16 Summer Games and 2 Winter Games. The Olympic sports in which Malta has competed are Archery, Judo, Sailing, Shooting, and Swimming.

Kimono Maker: Suetaka Shiratori, Supervised by Hosono/ 白鳥 末孝 監修 創作きもの ほそ乃

    “Floating in the Mediterranean Sea, Malta is an island nation that has appeared on the front stage of history since ancient times and is named after the Knights of Malta. The Maltese kimono is beautifully painted with bougainvillea flowers, centered on the characteristic Maltese ship at the bow and the cityscape of Valletta, a World Heritage Site. The cruise liner Maxim Gorky, which was the stage for the end of the Cold War, was also drawn in the back.”[1]

Obi Maker: Hattori Orimono Co., Ltd./ 服部織物

    “Focusing on Malta glass, weaved a powerful wave pattern with the design of Qinghai wave by hand weaving using platinum foil.” [1]

Bibliography

Source 1 – Kimono Project for Malta

(https://kimono.piow.jp/nation/203.html)

Index Page – IOWKP x Tokyo 2020 Parade of Nations

#kimono #furisode #ofurisode #imagineoneworldkimonoproject #iowkp #tokyo2020 #kimonoparadeofnations #kpon #malta #maltakimono #maltafurisode

[takagishingo]

CHAOS fun facts from shupro

Kazuchika Okada, born 8 november (scorpio); debuted in 2004 in toryumon at age 16 (skipped high school to wrestle); bg in baseball & track; likes cruising, cameras, & stocks (he can wait at the end of the capitalist guillotine line); listed his fav food as money 😂; hasn’t used the Rainmaker since february 2020 😭

Hirooki Goto, born 25 june (cancer); debuted in 2003 vs Taguchi; amateur wrestling bg; likes watching movies & winking?? 😉; (mentioned in a previous post) is in the Kamen Rider movie opening december 2020, as one of the kamen riders (similar to power rangers, as a comparison for those unfamiliar with the series)

Tomohiro Ishii, born 10 december (sagittarius); baseball bg; likes watching baseball — my fav fun story that is not from shupro: ishii once tried to flirt with faye jackson (american indie wrestler) through an interpretor when he was on a tour in the US; faye told this story on a podcast & said he was very polite

Toru Yano, born 18 may (taurus); bg in judo & amateur wrestling; likes booze; owns a sports bar & is the tourism ambassador for Noboribetsu City, Hokkaido; not from shupro: king of self-promotion, comes to every match w/ a folding chair w/ his personal logo & line stickers qr code + a tshirt with his youtube qr code & recently his KOPW trophy dressed as mini-him (RIP lil bud, Fale committed a daryl-esque assassination again)

Yoshi Hashi, born 25 may (gemini); debuted in 2008 vs Naito; his first title is the NEVER 6-man tag title he won this year; amateur wrestling bg; really likes music, all his fav celebrities are various j-rock bands

Robbie Eagles, born 13 february (aquarius); bg in rugby, soccer, & gymnastics; likes going to the gym & rock concerts; fav celebs are paul rudd & taron eggerton; not a shupro fact: his gear is inspired by the winter soldier (i don’t think i’m the only one who had no idea what was going on with all that, bc he clarified on twitter)

Rocky Romero, born 28 october (scorpio); bg in baseball, amateur wrestling, jiu jitsu,& boxing; likes rap & producing rap music, video games, & playing with his dogs; specifically likes burgers from non-chain restaurants & starbucks chai lattes; new japan notes his bright energy as indispensible to the company 🥺 and he does a lot of box office management for New Japan America

Yoh, born 25 june (cancer); debuted in 2011 vs the man now known as EVIL; bg in baseball, judo, & amateur wrestling; likes kendama — these toys:

Sho, born 27 august (virgo); debuted in 2012 vs the man now known as EVIL; bg in soccer & amateur wrestling; likes fishing, drums, & music games; fav celebs are Harrison Ford & Jackie Chan

#aily talks #njpw #chaos #kazuchika okada #hirooki goto #tomohiro ishii #toru yano #yoshi hashi #robbie eagles #rocky romero #yoh #sho

[lovelyirony]

this is just a re-do of a post with a prompt from anonymous, so don’t worry if it looks a bit familiar! 

As Bucky is running away from government agents trying to snipe him for killing a politician, he supposes Natasha’s argument for him being suicidal might have the tiniest bit evidence behind it, which he previously argued it didn’t.

As he slides underneath a car, he debates whether or not she’ll find out about this one. He feels a buzz from his phone in his pocket.

Yeah, she knows.

He shoots one of the agents, nicking him in the knee. Oof, that’s gonna be a fun story to tell his grandkids about why they can’t climb on his lap. But he needs to get away, and that involves potentially shooting through a car.

Potentially turns into definitely and there’s enough of a distraction that he can commandeer a car, drive at least ten blocks away, and ditch it to run on foot, calling Natasha.

“You got my location, right?”

“Of course, you fucking idiot,” Natasha curses. “You…god I hate you sometimes. The job’s at least done, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll have to lay low, though. Which sucks because my apartment is right in the city.”

“I already have a punishment and idea for you in one.”

“I…what is it?”

“Sam’s picking you up. Tell you when you get to base. Bye.”

Bucky groans.

She must be really pissed at him.

Sam picks him up in the shittiest economy car in the world.

“I hate you for picking this one,” Bucky groans.

“A stupid decision grants a stupid car, that’s why you’re getting picked up in the 1995 Ford Fiesta of shame,” Sam says. “Nat’s real mad. And I also think you’re going to hate your next assignment.”

Bucky’s not sure what’s gonna happen. He’s hoping he’s not on latrine duty.

-

Oh, it’s so much worse.

“Protection detail?” Bucky asks. “And undercover? All at once? Nat, come on. I bet we don’t even need undercover.”

“You both are doing undercover because you both fucked up,” Natasha says. “And since apparently you don’t know how to act, maybe this will get you better lessons.”

“Cold,” Sam hisses.

“I will legally ask you to shut the fuck up,” Bucky growls out.

He packs his things. Realizes that Sam got to choose the name so his name is Roger Stevens. Fucking shit. (Steve, of course, approved this. Because Steve is an asshole.)

“Why does she even need a protector?” Bucky growls out, driving to the house. It’s in suburbia.

“Because she fucked up and whoever she pissed off might send more than she can handle,” Natasha says.

“We’re hinging my being here on a ‘maybe’?”

“And because you got caught by government agents, which would be a rookie move,” Natasha says. “There’s a reason that I can still go my same nail salon for five years and now you have to get your hair cut somewhere else. And why you got a wedding china set and you have a backstory of being married.”

“I hate you.”

“A lot of people do, take a number.”

If it helps (and it mostly doesn’t), Sharon Carter is also not happy. She is in the house with the most dangerous look Bucky has seen.

“So I’m stuck in this fucking hell house with him?” Sharon asks.

Maria Hill is her boss. Woman is a scary, competent human. Bucky wouldn’t cross her.

(Then again, you also shouldn’t cross a certain redhead who could make you disappear within twenty minutes, maybe thirty if it’s a surprise. But he did.)

“Keys are by the front door, hope you know your address! Bye!” Natasha says. “Don’t kill each other or we lose the deposit!”

Maria Hill smiles. Of course the only time Bucky’s ever seen her smile is at the suffering of others. How typical.

So then they are left alone.

“Let’s read the cover story,” Sharon says. “And I don’t need protection, Maria’s just paranoid.”

Bucky snorts.

“Yeah, okay, let’s go with that.”

Sharon sends him a sharp look.

They meet while on a cruise.

Bucky fucking hates his life.

“A fucking cruise,” he mutters. “As if I would ever step foot onto any of those fucking–”

“We had a beach wedding?!” Sharon cries out. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it!”

They are both in a bad mood.

It’s also awkward because this is a house. They have decorations. They have tea towels.

And a neighbor comes to visit.

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” she says brightly. “My name is Karen Tent, so lovely to meet you both!”

She then invades the house with her Tupperware. Literally speeds past them and it’s not like Sharon judo-chop her throat or anything.

“What a lovely house you two have!” Karen cheers. “Of course the color palette is a little bit drab, but I’m sure you’ll change that soon enough. When Linda told me we had new neighbors, I could hardly believe it myself, but here you are! Now, how did you two meet? Have you married yet? If not, I hope that you are living apart, you know.”

“The rings are in boxes,” Sharon answers smoothly, noting that they’ll need to ask Maria where the fuck the rings are. “You know how move-ins are. I’m Melanie Stevens, this is Roger Stevens. How nice to see you so very unexpectedly.”

“Well, that’s what neighbors are for!” Karen answers, her voice shrill as ever. “I brought over my famous cookie bars. Everyone says they’re good, and I believe they always are. Tell me Melanie, what do you like baking most?”

“Yes dear, tell her,” Bucky answers, smiling. “I seem to remember…lemon bars?”

“That’s right,” Sharon says, sending Bucky a smile. “They are really good. Just delightful.”

“Oh you’ll have to bring some over!” Karen responds. “Now, let me tell you a little bit about the neighborhood…”

She talks for a fucking hour. Bucky wants to drink. So badly. He saw the wine on the counter.

Sharon, to her credit, keeps trying to use certain “end” phrases. Karen either knows it and knows she won’t be budging, or will not ever take a hint in her lifetime.

“And you simply must not ever play loud music in your backyard,” Karen says. “We’ve had a couple of problems with the Richardsons, but nothing a few calls won’t fix.”

“You called the police?” Sharon asks.

“Well yes!”

“Oh my god,” Bucky mutters.

“I am sure that’s not exactly the measure I would have done,” Sharon says. “But I am tired and don’t want to get into it now,” she says quickly, noticing Karen’s “confused” expression.

“I say we need some time to rest, today is gonna be a lot of moving,” he says. “So nice of you to stop by, Karen. I’ll return your dish as soon as possible.”

Karen is ushered out the door, placated with two waves, and they both groan.

“I’m gonna fucking hate everything after this,” Sharon mutters. “My name is fucking Melanie. Maria knows…” she trails off, facing the very real boxes that were obviously packed with dishes and miscellaneous items.

Bucky finds four spatulas. He doesn’t know why there are four.

“What the fuck,” he mutters, noting the incredibly cheesy salt-and-pepper set.

“Welcome to married life,” Sharon says sarcastically. “We’re gonna have a blast.”

Dinner is spent with Sharon trying to convince Bucky that she’s “fine” and in “no danger” at all.

“Who did you piss off?”

“Sitwell.”

“Oh my god. You’re screwed.”

“He’s a lapdog, I’m not screwed.”

“He’s the lapdog of Pierce. You’re screwed.”

Sharon thunks her head on the table.

“Can we at least repaint the bedrooms? They suck.”

“If you think I’m sleeping in a separate room you’re dead wrong,” Bucky says. “You have a target the size of New York on your back. Uh-uh.”

“You will sleep on the floor and get out when I shower or change,” Sharon threatens.

“Of course.”

“Good. Then it’s settled.”

Married life is not so bad. Except when Karen and the rest of the neighbors tend to visit or talk to them for about fifteen minutes on the lawn.

“It’s your turn to cut the grass,” Sharon groans, flopping on the couch. “If I have to hear Kevin tell me one more time that you should be treating me better, I’m going to explode. He’s trying to lecture me on how to cut grass.”

“On it,” Bucky says. “Your turn to go get groceries, I ran into Karen and her kid last time. I think she wants me to stop buying so much hummus.”

“Not our fault it’s good,” Sharon mutters.

-

And then, of course, avoiding the various assassins that are sent out at random intervals and at public locations (including their own house) while convincing the neighbors that there’s nothing going on.

This involves pretending an agent of Hydra is their cousin.

“This is Jen, she’s visiting for the day!” Sharon says, squeezing “Jen’s” wrist hard enough to make her stay quiet. “We have so much to catch up on, you probably won’t see me or–or Roger again for the day! Ha ha!”

“Well where’s her car?” Linda asks, looking around the neighborhood. “I don’t see anything…”

“She’s a hippie environmentalist, she walked,” Bucky answers. “Jen, let’s go catch up in the house, yeah?”

“Yeah,” the agent squeaks out sadly, knowing exactly what is going to happen.

She’s delivered tied up in rope on the steps of Maria’s office with a note of “please stop this from happening we’re planting azaleas.”

Maria snorts.

Bucky starts to think they’re getting too attached to this. It’s been four months.

He started a garden. They’re growing tomatoes.

He also notices Sharon a little bit differently.

Because she drags him out of bed.

“Legally? You have to go to brunch with me. Illegally? You like the breakfast burrito too much.”

She’s scarily competent with anything that could be classed as a weapon. Or their groceries.

“Are you kidding me?” Bucky yells at her as she throws the jar of tomato sauce. “I am not cleaning that up!”

“Tough shit!” Sharon answers, dodging a bullet. “It wasn’t even the good kind of tomato sauce!”

“It was fine, sweetheart!” Bucky growls out.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me in the middle of a battle!” Sharon yells. “Strictly after!”

“You’re the weirdest fucking married couple,” one of the agents wheezes out as Bucky is holding him as a sort of shield.

“Thanks,” they say in unison, grinning.

-

The punishment for them both doesn’t exactly turn out as planned, both Natasha and Maria agree. In fact, it is almost worse.

They are both reckless, subvert orders, and get along like a house on fire by the end of it.

“You can still be together, we just need the house back,” Natasha says.

“Thank god,” Bucky groans. “I get to stop being Roger and I get rid of Karen in one fell swoop.”

Sharon untenses her shoulders while she’s sitting at the kitchen table.

“Can I keep the knife set?”

“No,” Maria says. “I’ll send you a link to where I got it.”

“Why can’t I keep it if you can get another set?”

“Steal it,” Bucky stage-whispers. Sharon grins back at him.

“You have the best ideas, babe.”

“You are not stealing anything,” Maria scowls.

“Sure we aren’t,” Bucky says easily.

“You stole my heart,” Sharon sing-songs, knowing damn well it’s going to make Maria barf.

“Aw babe…” Bucky says, holding her hand. Natasha fake-retches.

“I hate you both,” she declares. “And I won’t be there for your actual wedding.”

“You made us tell people we had a wedding on a beach, were you assuming that you were getting an invitation?” Bucky asks.

Sharon snickers, getting the last of her bags out into the car.

“Where to now?” she asks him.

“I think that there are some apartments we can look at…”

-

“We’ve made a collective monster,” Maria decides, blinking. “We Frankensteined this.”

“We did,” Natasha says, staring at the house. There are still little bits of glass. An unfortunately busted can of beans where someone had been knocked out and they had “conveniently” forgotten to clean it up from yesterday.

Well. Sharon and Bucky are going to cause havoc on the world. Maria and Natasha just hope they can cover the other while doing so.

#fake married au #fake marriage au #sharon carter #bucky barnes #winter13 #winter soldier #agent thirteen #lovelyirony writes #maria hill #natasha romanoff #yes i made the shitty neighbor a karen what else would i have done #AND YES THEY DID START A GARDEN AND PLANT AZALEAS #I SAID WHAT I SAID

[vanessakirbyfans]

Ask Vanessa Kirby if, as a little girl living in London’s middle-class neighborhood of Wimbledon, she dreamed of punching people in the face. You might hear a giggle on the other end of the phone line. Inquire about the endless hours she must have spent during her formative years wishing she could throw a toaster at someone in the middle of a fight or choke someone out with her thighs — that inspires a heartier baritone chuckle from her. Suggest that Kirby must have grown up filled with a burning desire to drive a 360-degree rotating jeep out of a warehouse window. Now the 31-year-old actress makes a sort of pffft sound before laughing uproariously.

“I’m so not an action-movie type,” she says. “I’m a theater nerd from London! But you want a lot of different experiences as an actor. As many as possible.” A pause. “Which is how you find yourself hanging on the edge of a cliff and a helicopter is spinning around you and you’re thinking, ‘What the hell is going on?!’ ”

The helicopter scene comes near the end of Hobbs & Shaw, the Fast & Furious spin-off that Kirby stars in alongside Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and Jason Statham. By the time we get to that visceral, climactic stunt, however, we’ve already watched her character Hattie Shaw — a rogue MI6 agent and the sister to Statham’s bad-guy-turned-good-guy Deckard Shaw — do every one of those aforementioned activities. We’ve also seen her hop and sprint across the tops of storage containers, slide across a concrete floor to take out two thugs at once, drive a truck sideways through a wall, display an affinity for heavy artillery, ride shotgun in roughly a half dozen high-speed car chases, and kick a chair into a guy’s midsection before slamming his head into a table. Kirby more than holds her own against her rough-and-tumble costars. “Dwayne and Jason have been doing stuff like this for years,” director David Leitch says. “Vanessa is new to all of this, and she immediately gave as good as she got.” Plus, like Ginger Rogers, she occasionally has to do what they do backwards and in heels.

For an actor whose breakthrough role was playing Princess Margaret in Netflix’s award-winning series The Crown — a part whose biggest physical requirement, she points out, was stubbing a cigarette into a sandwich — Kirby’s coronation as a bona fide running, jumping, ass-kicking action hero may be the best surprise of the summer movie season. Her brief but memorable turn in Mission: Impossible — Fallout proved that she could handle herself in a melee and was handy with a knife. But what she’s doing in this F&F franchise standout is some next-level, close-contact, roll-up-your-sleeves kind of work. It suggests that, in addition to playing rebellious royalty and femme fatales, Kirby may very well be the female Bond we deserve.

“Yeah, I don’t quite know how this happened, yet here we are,” she says. “When they came to me with this, I suddenly felt like: Ok, well, here’s this opportunity to introduce another strong, female character into this series. I mean, you have Michelle Rodriguez and these other wonderful actresses who’ve been a part of these films in the past. But this is a story where you have these two men, and a woman who’s an equal part of their team. She’s not being objectified. She’s not the weak link. She doesn’t need them to fight on her behalf. She doesn’t need to be saved.

“I knew it’d be hard, and I knew it’d be fun to do,” she continues. “But what drove me was the idea that somewhere out there, some 13-year-old girl would go to the movies, and while her brothers are freaking out over the Rock, she gets someone to relate to. That girl gets to see herself up there. She gets to have the same experience her brothers or her male friends have when they go to an action movie. It suddenly seemed like this was an important thing to do as well.”

Growing up in London, Kirby was more likely to be buried in a book than catching a blockbuster, claiming she “preferred Chekhov to action movies, really,” before groaning, “That sounds sopretentious. God, so sorry. What a wanker!” She was “not what you’d call sporty” and caught the theater bug early on, as an outlet and an escape; Kirby has talked about being severely bullied at school and suffering from giardiasis as a teen. After years of doing plays in the U.K., she nabbed the Crown role. One of the show’s fans, Tom Cruise, recruited her for M:I duty, and Kirby claims she wanted to make her character “kind of weird, a little strange…I liked the idea of subverting the usual stereotype of the femme fatale.” (The stare her mystery woman fixes on Cruise before planting a violent kiss on him is as intense as any of the action sequences not involving extreme skydiving.)

But it wasn’t until she found herself watching the star on set that she gleaned the appeal of a D.I.Y approach to action filmmaking. “Honestly, I didn’t understand the whole notion of doing stunts until I saw Tom do what he did. You have to be part athlete, part dancer. A fight sequence is like learning a ballet.” And Leitch, a former stuntman and fight co-ordinator who co-directed the first John Wick movie and Atomic Blonde, had a reputation for staging sequences which relied on his performers to be in the middle of things as much as possible. “If you can train the actor to stay in 90-percent of the action, it’s just that much more compelling for the audience,” he notes, citing Charlize Theron’s one-shot shootout in Blonde as a prime example. “So to observe Vanessa get to the point where judo-throwing guys on the ground looks like it’s no big thing…it was a blast to see her take to it.”

Getting to that point, however, required a lot of training: three days a week, three hours a day, for six weeks. “Lots of fighting, lots of parkour, lots of martial arts drills — which I was pretty crap at initially, if we’re being honest,” Kirby says. “Then once I started to get the basics down, we could add things, take things away, create combinations of moves. I was doing a play at the time [Julie, a riff on August Strindberg’s Miss Julie at the National Theatre], sometimes two shows a day — I’d get up at 7am, train for three hours, rehearse, do a performance at night. So, lots of soreness as well. But I ended up loving it. “

Then there were the more complicated stunts — the ones involving, say, Kirby being inside a car as it was rotated 360-degrees on a gimbal, with the actress strapped into her seat but still flying about every which way. Or one in which the actor was wired to the outside of car that Statham is driving and “drifting” at some impressive speeds. (“You need a willing participant to make these types of things work,” Leitch says. “But there were a few things where even we were going, ‘So Vanessa, you really want to do this?'”) Mention that last one to Kirby, and she replies, “Maybe it’s crazy to say this, but after a while on this shoot, these dangerous stunts…you kind of get immune to it. You know, ‘Strap myself to a moving car?'” She adopts a singsong voice. “‘Just ano-ther daaaaay on the job!'” It eventually got to the point where I’d go, ‘Oh, today I just have to repeatedly punch someone? Easy!'”

And while neither of Kirby’s next few projects — an untitled low-budget collaboration with Gimme the Loot director Adam Leon; The World to Come, a character study about two women in love set in the 1800s — will require her to flip a man by the neck using only her coat, she is now ready, willing and able to employ her new skill set on demand. “It’s funny, I was thinking about Princess Margaret,” she says, referencing her Crown character. “I look back on her now, and think, well, half of the time, all she really wanted to do was fight! And she never could. With Hattie, I finally got to do that. So in that way, the role was cathartic.” Kirby drops her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m in a movie where I get to fight the Rock. And I get to win.”

#Vanessa Kirby #Hobbs and Shaw #Articles #Interview

[wokainight]

NCT Reactions: Office Antics (part two)

notes: basically a collection of various nct members x you displaced in an awkward office setting.

part one | part two | part three

DOYOUNG:

trend setter, hot gossiper (!!)

knows everything about everyone and is currently playing cupid and matchmaking the sht out of everyone in the company

very curious

despises not knowing things

legit

wants

to 

know

everyTHING’;;

tends to butt into other people’s business and has good intention— but it may come off as being snobbish or overly rude

does his work well and is very good at persuading and customer interactions 

talks well

talks in general

vroom vroom show

apparently he practices funny chats inside his car and emcees the sht out of every event

the both of you were supposed to plan an event together with doyoung as emcee and you as the main coordinator

but he’s also trying to set this guy up with the hottest girl in the company and so far, his efforts are null

so he’s decided to make use of the event and perhaps hold a public proposal— to which you decline because,,

“doyoung-ssi, it’s not valentine’s day. there’s no need to implement such event.” you were quite stern because he was being overly imaginative with his mind and was planning a cruise boat???

like 

where is the funds????????

but he insists on holding the confession event

and he’s kind of above you in the company so you grumble and have to tag along with him

then comes the actual event

everything was going well and it has come to the highlight of the show where the guy who has to confess was to go up the stage

you had to take emceeing for a while because doyoung is giving the guy one to one support session

but then the guy’s in huge denial that he probably will get rejected 

(yes, 

at last minute)

and doyoung’s trying to shove him onto the shade but then they played wrestling and the guy who was confessing does judo and kickboxing while doyoung’s just lean and tall and the poor boy had his ass kicked onto the stage where he stumbled and rammed himself onto you

he falls on top

and coincidentally

his lips on yours

and the crowd cheers because it’s rather spontaneous but romantic and everyone’s off guard

and then the stage fireworks for the confession flares up along with the congratulatory song and confetti rains from the sky and you just stare at doyoung in shock

because…

whAT happened to the event???

TEN:

very hOT

a legit social butterly as in he’s literally connected to everyone??

whereas johnny’s followed by a crowd of fangulls, doyoung for people seeking love advice,,,,

ten is followed cos:

he’s teN

like no reason

he’s just really extroverted, 

humorous,,,

and knows how to charm the sht out of people!!!

and again——

a social buttERFLYYYYYYY~~

easily amused and smiles/ laughs like no tomorrow

easily holds a conversation and has a certain degree of closeness with everyone

an aegyo machine

and tends to get favours done through his positive impression and cutesy appearance

loves to drink

legit

VODKA SHOTS

a rather wild child--- 

earrings for days

ripped skinny jeans for days

hAIR FOR DAYSYYYYSSSIISSSSS

gets wilder when he’s drunk

and you’re kind dragged into one of the office parties where ten just makes everyone take ten shots each bcos why not and nobody could really pronounce his real name after that--

(not that they could in the first place)

and then ten’s 3/4 drunk when he approaches you bcos you’re just on your phone @ a little lonely corner and he thinks that he could be the spice to your day and tries to smoothly pass you really dirty jokes and you’re like

uhhhh no?????

but he wiggles his brows and eyes the back door and you;re like

wtf dude nO

but ten’s charming and like the charmer he was, he drags you by the elbow and the both of you exit the scene like its nothing

it was just a walk at a nearby park under the moonlight with ten humming to a rather familiar tune and you towing behind just as sorely as u did whilst sitting your ass down during the party

he turns to you and its weird how he knows your name and that you’re doing that particular project and that its been only six months since you entered the company

“...how did you know?” you make a rather bashful eye contact with him

“was it supposed to be a secret?” he laughs, 

and the way his eyes crinkled makes you felt rather clenched cardiovascular-wise

aka

he makes your heart beat

fast

“there’s just no reason for you to know” 

“you’re under my wing right? well, i have every reason to know.” and this time, he stops walking and gives your shoulders a friendly pat “aw don’t be so hard on yourself” then he smashes his rather muscly frame against yours and you’re kinda stuck in his hug for a good five minutes before he pulled back

“wow” was all he said before he turned to leave

the next day, you find your desk decorated in roses and you’re not sure why ten’s whistling at you as you walk by or why he’s given you a piece of paper with ‘xxxx me, [insert a bad lipstick smudge] - ten’

JAEHYUN:

that literal pot of flower boy with milky flawless skin and dimples that powers a radiating smile (probably radioactive)

nice to everyone

says hi to all

but a really private person

most people don’t know much other than the fac t that he’s a valentines boy and his name is jung jaehyun

an observant type of person

people watching

lOTS of staring

and then cue the bashful smile

damn those dimples

dAMN DOSE PIMPles

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you’ve been transferred to his branch and he’s kind of your seat mate and most of the time you’re working with his schedule cos he’s been here longer than you have and will hopefully guide you??

and he does

cos he’s nice

and a ball of sunshine (not literally) (i mean his smile blinds me but his personality is not extravagantly cheerful like ten’s or doyoung’s)

but you’re pretty good at getting to know person and you realise he likes to drink banana milk instead of coffee and that he secretly eats a pack of honey butter chip which lies inside his third drawer on the right

or the fact that he’s a huge ass foodie who likes to try out different dishes

because jaehyun’s so attentive to everything, he doesn’t really have time to pay attention to the fact that you’re paying attention to him

does it make sense????

and the irony doesn’t stop there

you’r e kinda neutral about him

just because you notice these little things doesn’t automatically make you fall for him in the romantic department... it was all pure observation

but turns out

the gREAT jung jaehyun is in love with you

you had your doubts when he started to treat you differently from other girls

i guess

opposites attract???

and he’s kinda been wanting to confess but has never had the time

and you’re talking with your best friend over the phone and you think everyone’s went home for the day but doesn’t realise that jaehyun’s just hiding in the corridor (the door was open) and was waiting for you to finish conversing with your friend

he had a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a little hand written card

dude was going to go for it

but you’re kinda in a flustered conversation when your best friend mentioned about the guy whom you mentioned who could’ve possibly liked you = jungjaes (or so they call him) (poor luck’s on you cos this was all in loud speaker)

and you;re like,,, “of course i don’t like like him-- i mean he’s a nice person but-”

and you hear something drop from outside the room and you have your bff on hold and walks out to check who is there (you were slightly creeped out because it’s dark and nighttime and it might have been a ghost) 

you find a bouquet of flowers and a pink envelope-- you turn your head quickly to catch a shadow turning for the stairs

and you pick up the card, open it and it kinda kills you in the inside slightly

‘Will you be mine? 

Love,

Jaehyun’

WINWIN:

china boi

pretty much more important and more influential than the actual ceo of the company??? 

cos he’s a bOSSS (SQUAKKKK)

the golden boy of the company-- everyone loves him and legit is like that beloved youngest child!! has a semi-playful personality with an awkward touch and a hint of innocence

probably knows much more than you think he does

the discreet but obvious type

when you think that you’re ordering him around.. he’s actually just turned the table and now yOU’Re the one with the task

p r e t t y

S

L 

Y

e.g.

one time TY track asked him to photocopy and then he just looked at the elder male straight in the face, placed the papers back in his hands and said:

“i’m busy”

or when he was absent for three hours and everyone was searching around for him only for him to come out of an unused cupboard with a sleeping bag and going “what’s the fuss?”

(everyone thought he either died,,, 

or was kidnapped)

and let’s not forget the time where he ‘accidentally’ poured soju into the bowl of fruit punch and walked away because another person called out for him and then realising later on that he actually did that

(it was it planned?)

in the end, he was the ojnly one who didn’t drink the fruit punch because he claimed of not liking the fruits ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so you’re his supervisor

and your job is to literally find winwin in between people and various individuals who love him to bits

like literally

dong sicheng is always covered in love and chocolate and probably kisses???

and today is like any other day

but you find winwin in between two younger staff,,, both of which was arguing who would get to touch his ears today

it’s like a thing where only 10 people can touch his ears per day

you wondered why everyone had so much time-- but guessed it was because TY track was the supervisor and he practically does everyone’s work and cleaned after their mess

and winwin was just boredly staring ahead when he finds your eyes, hypes u p and excused himself

“are you searching for me noona?” he said, accent thick

but you roll your eyes and sighed,

“for the last time,,

we’re the same damn age sicheng.”

he just smiles his average angelic smile and leaned down, somehow making your heart beat faster (or was it because you were so unfit earlier on when hiking up the stairs-- holding onto the railings for your dear life)

“do you want to touch my ears?”

you groan, pushed his head away and turned on your heels, “follow me, we have work to do”

and just like a little chick, he followed after you with bouncy footsteps, saying goodbye to group of girls whining for him to come back

#ainct #doyoung #kim dongyoung #doyoung reactions #ten #ten chittaphon #chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul #ten reactions #winwin #dong sicheng #winwin reactions #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #jaehyun reactions #nct reactions #nct reaction #nct drabbles #nct drabble #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct #nct u #nctu #nct127 #nct 127 #nct dream #nct2018

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Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol Blogging, Chapter 5 -- The Conclusion

I’m blogging about the 4th Mission Impossible movie, Ghost Protocol.  The blogging starts here, continued here, proceeded here, and then continued here before concluding with this post.

Earlier in his career, people wanted to see Tom Cruise romance girls-- Renee Zelwegger had a whole career off of Jerry Maguire.  

But I remember it being precisely when this one came out, that people were like “we don’t need to see that anymore.”  

Is it that he was in his 40′s?  Men in their 40′s still got juice in the tank (ladies).  This is oppression.  This will not stand.  I am being victimized here-- Nanette was right.

Anyways, the nice thing being that as a result, the pretty girl in this movie just got to be a pretty girl who happened to work with Tom Cruise at the IMF.  She had to kiss him and give him bedroom eyes once because this is still America, but she didn’t have to end up being a trophy for Tom Cruise.  

They just snuck in a Michelle Monaghan cameo to fulfill that function-- and even the point of that scene was like to reassure the audience that Tom Cruise just liked looking at girls and not fucking them.  

Cruise’s public image has been an interesting ride to watch... I mean, sure, there was some weirdness (marriage contracts or whatever), but people were pretty bigoted about the guy’s religion.  Which is understandable, because his religion is a weird one.  But he doesn’t even have the worst religion.  We all know that the worst religion is

Anyways, so we’re in India because an arms dealer told him to go to India, and now that they’re in India they’re going to ... seduce an Indian man so that he gives them a code to a satellite that the bad guy can use to shoot a nuclear weapon at San Fran.  

Except... except the whole mission is to get Hendricks, and not temporarily stop him.  Because if they just wanted to temporarily stop him, they’d have just murdered the guy he sent to get the nuclear codes.  Which was actually just Hendricks wearing a skin-mask, and that would’ve actually saved the day.  

But they didn’t do that, so...  

But that’s why they just gave him the nuclear codes instead, to not temporarily stop him-- Tom Cruise gave a whole speech about how the IMF couldn’t afford to temporarily stop him.  

But seducing an Indian man helps them stop Hendrix permanently because... Look -- look, just don’t question seducing Indian men if that’s what feels right  (Ladies).

This is one of my moves though.  

This is what it’s like, before I bring girls back to my one-bedroom apartment and show them my copy of Oni Press’s The Sixth Gun Volume 1 (Ladies)

(Preferably ladies who’ve never read Oni Press’s The Sixth Gun before because otherwise I have nothing to offer you, if you have.  I’m working with nothing here...).

This is also my move.  

Look how mad Tom Cruise gets hearing the truth.  Who can’t handle the truth now, Tom Cruise?  A Few Good WHITE Men, maybe-- half a billion of us hot Indian men, though. Eat shit, Ethan Hunt!

How did all the Indian Players in this world not sue Mission Impossible 4 for player infringement?  It’s a goddamn shame-- we should’ve gotten paid.

It’s worth noting here-- there’s absolutely no point to this scene.  

The whole idea is to stop the bad guy from getting control of a satellite, but instead of doing all this, the bad guy just walks up to like the nearest “Russian Sattelites ‘R Us” store in Connaught Place and gets his shit hooked up in like 30 seconds.  Nothing the IMF does in this entire stretch of the movie works-- they just jump in a car and drive as fast as they can to the next scene, after this entire elaborate stretch.

Everything the IMF’s trying to do in this whole long sequence just totally achieves nothing but letting the filmmakers express their anxiety about suave  Indian bros.  

Which is fine-- we know you jealous.  *wink*

Hell yeah you do, Jeremy Renner.  *wink*

Anyways, after that entire sequence turns out to be pointless, Tom Cruise jumps into a car and starts driving it fast, while Paula Patton starts stripping her dress off in the passenger side.

I don’t really have a joke or an observation about this bit.  I just wanted to nod slowly in approval, like the proud ghost of a dead coach in a movie about a teenage girl learning judo.  

I’m the ghost watching from the afterlife as Janie Z-san from Reseda take home the All-Reseda Judo Tournament trophy and learns that she deserves to have self-esteem.

Of all the things Tom Cruise runs through, the one thing I have the hardest time believing he runs through uninjured is traffic in India.  

I’ve never been in a Sandstorm or an exploding Kremlin, but I’d rather take my chances with those.

So at this point in the movie, the bad guys have used a satellite to transmit launch codes to a submarine and the submarine has launched a nuke at San Fran. But silver lining, the bad guy has a case with a Turn Nuclear Weapon Off button.  I think it’s that thing the bad guy stole from the Kremlin... Does that make any sense?  *shruuuuuuuuuug*

And that cues up the big action finale -- Tom Cruise fights an old man at the Galactic Senate, ala Star Wars 6.

Except this time the Galactic Senate is some weird-ass Mumbai parking lot that’s unlike any parking lot I’ve ever seen in my life.  The old guy is 50 something but Tom Cruise is also almost 50 in this movie.  This fight’s basically Tom Cruise’s Emperor of the North...

The fight ends when the bad guy kills himself, which ... Do I understand that?  Do I understand why that’s how he chooses to solve things, rather than just (a) throwing the briefcase onto the ground behind him, (b) fighting Tom Cruise some more and (c) not killing himself?  I do not.  

That’s my deep message about suicide for this blog post-- don’t kill yourself to stop Tom Cruise because it won’t stop him.  That’s what I tell all the kids, and if that makes me somebody you have to call a hero, so be it... 

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd that basically wraps up the movie...

Except for the scene where Tom Cruise says his wife isn’t dead so Jeremy Renner was sad about nothing, and that he went to prison because 

Which... I think he means Cobalt, but okay.  It doesn’t make sense if he means Hendricks himself, obviously, but.  And I’m not sure what people he’s referring to.  But the important thing here:

Tom Cruise was in prison because he fucking wanted to be in prison.  And he was in prison because he was trying to stop the bad guy before the entire movie even started.  He would never wait for a movie to start to try to stop the bad guy -- he gave 110%.

I don’t feel like we build up movie stars enough like this lately.  The Marvel movies don’t blow the actors this hard, anyways, except maybe Robert Downey Jr.  I don’t know why-- it seems like a smart thing to do with a movie star to me.  People liked it when they did it with Chris Pratt, where he was like “I can teach dinosaurs how to play bridge, just by being a cool chill bro with them” in Jurassic World -- they sure seemed to like that more than when Chris Pratt was like “I’m going to fall in love with Jennifer Lawrence and try to act” or whatever the hell that spaceship movie he made was about.  I heard he tried to act in that, anyways, though not having seen it, I couldn’t tell you for sure...

Denzel they still build up, movie after movie, and Tom Cruise they build up,  movie after movie, at least in their action movies (Denzel will still try a drama more often than Cruise will-- Cruise really seemed to lose interest in those after Kubrick and Magnolia, but...).  

But I guess I’m not even sure who else is even famous in the way those two are... Will Smith... Not a long list.  Anyways, it’s late and i’ve been doing this too long so I’m rambling...

They lightly setup the sequel (or possibly the next two sequels, if the new one continues the Syndicate storyline, with the bad guy from the last one still alive and all -- fingers crossed).

But besides that, that’s about it...  And that’s the movie.  

Oh, except my favorite line in the movie and your favorite line in the movie and really I think it’s safe to say America’s favorite line.  

Let’s just conclude with that because there’s nothing that can be said after that line has been said, that’s as good as that line... After that character says the line in the movie, he leaves the movie because he knows there was no topping it.  I have to follow suit, as well. 

So thanks, if you read this far.  AND SLAP THAT SUBSCRIBE BUTTON.  Is that what I’m supposed to say?  I feel like that’s what I’m supposed to say.  Anyways, I needed to waste some time this weekend doing something frivolous, after that last week I had, so thanks for being around that...  

Tom Cruise:

Ving Rhames:

#Ghost Protocol #The Very Spookiest of All the Protocols