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radicalgraff · 2 years
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"Abort SCOTUS (Supreme Court of the US)"
Seen in St. Louis, Missouri
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dirtyraggs · 15 days
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Cens SHIT HEDS
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Visit to St. Charles May 18, 2023 St. Charles, Missouri
One of the shops along historic Main Street was letting people write their names and little messages on the walls, so we left our mark. It would be neat if it didn't get painted over and we could go back to add our kids' names alongside ours in the future.
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St. Louis River at Jay Cooke State Park
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sophieakatz · 1 year
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Thursday Thoughts: Israel Story
“I honestly think that it’s adorable that you actually believe these children’s stories. But there is nothing magic about the waters.”
“Without the Creed, what are we? What do we stand for? Our people are scattered like stars in the galaxy. The Creed is how we survived.”
-Bo-Katan Kryze and Din Djarin, The Mandalorian Chapter 18: The Mines of Mandalore
When I was thirteen, my grandparents took the family on a big anniversary trip to Israel.
As a Jewish American kid in the early 2000s, growing up where there weren’t a lot of other Jews and spending my summers at Reform Jewish summer camp, I was told a lot of things about Israel. The big thing was always that Israel was important – that it was our home. That I should go there, and that when I went there, I would have an amazing feeling of connection, and I would know that it was my home.
So, as a recent bat mitzvah, I was excited about this trip. I was ready to go to Israel and have my big moment of feeling connected with the world.
I remember standing in the airport in Tel Aviv, minutes after stepping off the plane, and asking my dad, “When does it start to feel like Israel?”
Because it didn’t feel like Israel. It felt like an airport.
And then we stepped out into Tel Aviv, and rode around on a bus, and it felt like a city. I’d been to cities before. It was cool to see the street signs and graffiti were in Hebrew and Arabic just as much as they were in English, but it was a city.
Over the course of our trip, we went everywhere we could possibly go. We floated in the Dead Sea. We climbed Mount Masada. We saw the archaeological sites at Megiddo. We went to Caesarea, and Ein Gedi, and Yad Vashem, and Tzfat. We rode camels, we ate falafel, we learned just how unbreakable Druze glass is.
And, again, it was cool. I enjoyed the trip. It was beautiful everywhere we went, and we were surrounded by history everywhere we went. I remember thinking that the dust of history was gathering in my boots, because this is a place where people have lived for as long as there have been people.
But I kept waiting for it to feel like Israel – to have that big magical moment of connection that everyone said I would have – and it just wasn’t happening.
Then, we went to Jerusalem. And I thought, “Okay, here it is. This is where I’m going to have my big moment.” We went to the Western Wall, the last remaining piece of the platform that surrounded the ancient temple, the holiest place any Jew could visit in the world. I saw people there, pressed against the wall, eyes shut, in fervent prayer, clearly feeling something amazing. I walked up through the crowd in the small women’s section of the wall. I found enough space to reach forward, and I put my hand on the wall.
It felt like rock.
I remember thinking, “What is wrong with me, that all I feel is rock? Where is the connection I’m supposed to feel?”
And then, on our last day of the trip, we went to the Diaspora Museum (Beit Hatfutsot, now called the Museum of the Jewish People). It’s all about the Jewish people – our exile from that part of the world, and all our journeys since then. I’d never seen such a comprehensive look at the diversity and history of Judaism before. I’d certainly never been to a museum before that provided such an honest critique of the United States – it’s where I first learned about the SS St. Louis.
There was one room in the museum that caught my attention. I don’t know if it was a permanent installment or a temporary exhibit; I haven’t been back there since. In the room, there was a screen on the wall, rotating through pictures in a slideshow. Some of them were drawings, while others were photographs. All of the pictures were of the insides of people’s houses – their kitchens and dining rooms. Each picture was labeled with a place and a time. This was Poland, this was Spain. This was the fifteenth, eighteenth, twentieth century.
These pictures were from all across the world and all across history. And, in every picture, three items were circled in red: the challah loaf, the kiddush cup, and the Shabbat candlesticks.
As I stood there, watching these pictures, it hit me – slowly, and then all at once – that I had those things in my house. I was connected to every single place, and every single time, all across the world, all across history.
That was it. That was my moment, the completely mind-blowing and earth-shattering realization. That connection through tradition – that’s what it meant to be a Jew. I felt then a supreme sense of belonging, of being grounded, of being a part of something so much bigger than myself – something that mattered, something that was made of love, something that could never die. That realization has stuck with me ever since.
I told this story on TikTok on Tuesday. On Wednesday, Chapter 18 of The Mandalorian aired, and I marveled at the serendipity. I’ve talked here before about the connections I’ve noticed between the Mandalorians as depicted in this series and Judaism. We too were scattered. Our holy sites were destroyed. We are diverse, and disparate, and faced with the question of what to do now, in a world that hates us, hurts us, and demands that we too become hateful and hurtful. And we are united – we are grounded – we are able to survive because of the stories, the traditions, the rituals at the heart of our people.
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unscrupulousartist · 8 months
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hellerby fic, part 2/10
The Next Morning
The first thing that made it past the crusty feeling beneath his eyelids and the pounding in his head was the all too familiar coppery taste of blood. It was startling enough to cause the near-slumbering Mordecai to attempt to push himself upright, only to misplace a hand and fall gracelessly to the dirty floor of a car. He needed an extra moment to finish taking in his surroundings—made difficult by double vision. Early morning light filtering through windows, the chattering of birdsong above the rush of a river, and the drooling face of Rocky Rickaby all contributed to his rising panic. Add to that the large gap in his memory, his absence of clothes, and his apparent proximity to the musician in the back of an unrecognized vehicle and, well…
Scrambling, Mordecai tripped out of the car and onto the bank of a river. They were parked under a bridge—it felt somewhat familiar, but it wasn't one that Mordecai frequented on his way in or out of St Louis. The rocks were cold beneath Mordecai's feet, and he shivered with a morning breeze. Rocky mumbled and curled closer to the seat. In an equal state of undress, one of Rocky's shoulders was matted and damp with blood. Mordecai brought a hand up to his mouth, and a memory of Rocky—pinned and mewling beneath him—sprang, fully formed, to the front of his mind.
Clothes were strewn inside and out of the car. His jacket and vest were on the front seat, his left shoe and tie discarded by a tire, his right shoe missing entirely. Socks and pants were thrown on the roof, beside a violin case, and his glasses were on the car floor. Mortified, Mordecai collected the items and dressed as quickly as he could, habit determining him to leave as little evidence of presence possible. Then he ran, before the musician could wake up and confront him.
When he found the road, signage helped sort his mental map. He crossed the bridge on foot, the Missouri River mocking him, and saw no one for the near-hour it took to locate a phone box. There he devoted a whole thirty seconds to pressing his still-hurting skull into the graffitied panel next to the phone.
Eventually, he dialed a number. Eventually, someone picked up.
"Good morning!"
Recognizing the voice, Mordecai sighed. "Miss Pepper. Would you please pass the phone to Viktor?"
"Mordecai?" She guessed.
"Who else would be calling?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What are you even doing there? Don't you have school today?"
"It's summer, Mordecai," Ivy sighed at him. "Mitzi and I came around for breakfast—"
He groaned, letting his head drop again against the wood. "Would you please pass the phone to Viktor?"
"Oh, now she's laughing—why are people making bets about you? Did something happen after I left last night!?"
"Of course not," he grit his teeth. "Now, would you please pass the phone to Viktor?"
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manfrommars2049 · 9 months
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The ever changing canvas of the abandoned U-Haul building. I-65/Grand Blvd. St Louis. LD is a STL Legend. But, 1UP is getting cred all over the city of late! via Graffiti
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rastaskosana · 4 months
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i love shakshuka and i still eat it twice a week because my aunt made it for me when I was a child and i visited her when she lived in Morocco. I love living in front of wembley and taking the usual route around, just to face the small shop and the bob marley's graffiti because I know dancing rasta would love it. i still eat indian cuisine in the small and kinda dirty indian restaurant so far away from my dorm because it's the place where my and my ex fiancee met for the first time. I'm doing everything to see mancity in manchester or london or in the UK at least once in two months because keeping up with them gives me a better connection with my younger brother. I love rainy london and the long walks in the st. james park because the boy ive got to meet on the exchange that made me stay in london said it's his favorite part of the city. I love the west hampstead station because louis tomlinson lives nearby. and it's true, when that old tumblr post said "I'm a mosaic of everyone i've ever loved, even for a heartbeat."
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lizardsfromspace · 2 years
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Imagine if one of the clues in a National Treasure movie had been destroyed at some point. Like if Nic Cage pieces together the clues and finds a brick at Liberty Hall that's supposed to hold the secret glasses revealing the treasure map but they renovated that wall back in '83 and thought the glasses were something a tourist left behind and they got thrown in the dump and crushed in a big lot with a bunch of novelty Garfield-shaped telephones. He tracks down the secret code scrawled on the Gateway Arch but it got washed off with a bunch of graffiti saying KURT WARNER RULEZ ST LOUIS RAMS ARE GONNA BE HERE FOREVER in 2000 and now no one will ever find the secret Illuminati gold underneath the world's largest ball of twine
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mascotyouth · 1 year
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some pics i took of graffiti around the st. louis riverfront and the graffiti wall
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astoundingart · 2 years
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Zack Jackson #astoundingarte #art #artwork #paimting #modernart #modernartwork #contemporaryart #modern #contemporary #abstract #abstractart #graffiti #graffitiart #graffiprints #banksy #kaws #streetart #streetartist #Wynwood #artbasel #zackjackson #neon #neonart #stlouis #missouri (at St. Louis, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiiuhshO-8I/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dirtyraggs · 15 days
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(SWIPE TO SEE PICS) Had the honor of doing some large sign painting and graffiti for my good buddy over at @schaeferautomotive . Changed his original location sign and then made a custom piece for his second location! This was a blast!! I am so happy with how they turned out. Thank you so much Ben for allowing me the opportunity! . . . #muralart #miamiart #chicagoart #graffiti #alpha6corporation #alpha6paint #montanacans #stlouisartist #havebrushwilltravel #color #mixmediaart #artistoninstagram #modernart #instartoftheday #artsy #artlover #artists ##contemporaryartwork #london #stlouisart #creativity #abstractart #businessart #graffitiart #knucklehedart777 #notjustapinstriper #studio (at St. Louis, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfHGdcIun91/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nadia-manko · 2 years
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Final Exam Scavenger Hunt
Rousseau Group : Nadia Manko, Stephanie Somjak, Megan Summerfield
1. Jean Jacques Rousseau street sign 
The street was named after famous writer and philosopher Jean Jacques Rousseau. The street was quick to navigate, and it was a nice off route street to stand by. 
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2. Steps of La Madeleine 
Second stop was the La Madeleine steps, and this was a quirky find. We actually went into the Madeleine church thinking we could cut through (boo boo I know), but we walked around to see what the fuss was about! The stairs have a tall metal fence blocking commoners from enjoying the steps, but we did note that there was some graffiti on it anyway. Because the weather was so nice, we decided to grab some sandwiches and enjoy our meal nearby!
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3. Brest in Place de la Concorde 
 First stop of the trip was the Brest in Place de La Concorde, and it was a busy place to begin. With plenty of car lanes and connections to the nearby Orangerie, the square is filled with tourists along with Parisians who reside nearby. The Place itself has some incredible history with first serving as a tribute to King Louis XV since his horseback statue stands proudly in the middle circle; however, the place changed directions when it turned to being an execution stand for King Louis XVI and Marie Antionette in the early 1790s. Surrounded by many other women statues, Brest stands as a reference to one of the eight French cities. As we looked around and inside this piece, we realized there was a huge staircase inside. We decided to let our curiosity run wild and look into the next woman and then she, too, had a large staircase. Turns out, these used to be sentry boxes which marked the ditches twenty meters wide around the square. The staircases provided two-story dwellings. The statues were built by Hirtoff in 1838 on each of the sentry boxes. The ditches were filled in in 1853. Two of the sentry boxes (one being the Brest) provides access to an underground car park and the others are used by municipal services to store their cleaning utensils.
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4. Exterior of St. Etienne du Mont Church
This was one of our last stops of the trip. St. Etienne du Mont Church is located near the Pantheon, in the Latin Quarter, on the Montagne Sainte-Geneviève. History of this church dates back as early as the 6th century when it was for King Clovis as a Church of the Apostles Peter and Paul. Later in the Middle Ages, it became an abbey. In the thirteenth century, the community continued to grow and the church along with it in the gothic architectural style of the era. It was rebuilt between 1492 and 1626 during the religious wars. When we arrived at the church, there was a wedding going on, so we could not go inside, unfortunately. We still were able to see the outside of the building and walk around to the sides to note the style of the architecture. It is across the street from a very populated cafe/bar that was being used to watch the Champion League football game, so the area was quite busy between these two events. When we walked around the town by the church, there was a large contrast between the historical apartments and the winding streets, and the obviously newer, straighter streets and more modern-looking buildings.  
Citation: 
“Saint-Étienne-Du-Mont.” Accessed May 28, 2022. https://www-saintetiennedumont-fr.translate.goog/en/historical-account/?_x_tr_sl=fr&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en&_x_tr_pto=sc. 
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5. Graves of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simon de Beauvoir @ Montparnasse Cemetery
When we arrived in the cemetery, it was instantaneously recognizable that this was much smaller than Père Lachaise Cemetery. We entered at a very convenient place to find Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone Beauvoir’s graves immediately to our right. We found both graves and were quite confused as to why there were kiss marks on it. After learning a bit about the people buried there, it made more sense. Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone Beauvoir met as students of philosophy in Paris in the late 1920s. Sartre was a very famous philosopher and intellectual. Beauvoir was also a famous writer, philosopher, and feminist thinker. They had a relationship that confused the general public, as they defined it as open. They were in this relationship for over 50 years until Sartre died in 1980. Beauvoir died in 1987 and was buried next to Sartre. After Sartre died, Beauvoir rated her greatest accomplishment as her relationship with her “beloved Jean-Paul.” 
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“Sartre and Beauvoir's Final Resting Place.” Lovers of Philosophy, 10 Oct. 2014, https://warrenkward.com/2014/10/09/sartre-and-beauvoirs-final-resting-place/.) 
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6. Temple of Sibyl
This location was very interesting to see as it looked incredibly different from anything I had seen on this trip. Aside from the ruins of the baths, this was the only other place that seemed very old. I say ‘seemed’ because as I am researching the history of this place, I am learning that it is not as old as I had initially thought. This temple was designed by architect Gabriel Davioud during the late 1800s. Located in Buttes Chaumont Park, this temple sits about 165 feet above the lake. It was created to mimic Roman-Style monuments, but was based off of the Greek oracle Sybille, whose powers of divination made her well known, as well as her relationship with Apollo as his priestess. She appears in many cultures’ legends, including Roman legends. It is composed of two bridges that suspend from the temple to the road. The temple was unfortunately closed when we went to see it, but we went on the bridge and it was so much more beautiful than expected. I think I liked this so much because of how it seemed like it was not as manufactured as the other sites we have seen. Funnily enough, this was not true at all. Still, it was very interesting to see in person!
Citation: 
Ugc. “Temple De La Sybille (the Temple of Sybille).” Atlas Obscura, Atlas Obscura, 12 Sept. 2019, https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/la-temple-de-sybille-parc-des-buttes-chaumont. 
7. Oath of the Tennis Court - Republique 
When we approached this relief version of the Painting, Oath of the Tennis Court, it was apparent right away because of all the different recreations within the Republique monument. However, it was awesome that we were able to spot the piece as a group without reference. Having studied the painting's meaning we knew that it was an image of the deputies of the Third Estate who had created a national assembly at the beginning of the French revolution. They gathered in an indoor tennis court because they had been locked out of their meeting place in Versilla, and took an oath never to separate until a written constitution had been made for France. 
Citation: 
“Tennis Court Oath.” Encyclopædia Britannica. Encyclopædia Britannica, inc. Accessed May 28, 2022. https://www.britannica.com/event/Tennis-Court-Oath. 
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8. Passerelle Richerand, pedestrian bridge over Canal Street Martin
The Pedestrian Bridge over the Canal Saint Martin was a quaint and beautiful sight. There many people sitting along its edges talking and taking in the canal. The bridge was taller than expected and very cool to walk over as small fairies paddled through. The canal was constructed in the 19th century under Napoleon I. He created the canal with high ambitions to be a successful conqueror and administrator, by creating the canals to bring water into the city from the Seine. It later became a large transporting canal for the industrial boom. 
Citation: 
says:, CLAUVEL Rémy, French Girl in Seattle says: Aussie-on-ile st louis says: Jeanne says: Taste of France says: Catherine says: Nicole says: et al. “Le Canal Saint Martin and Beyond.” French Girl in Seattle, February 13, 2021. https://frenchgirlinseattle.com/canal-saint-martin/. 
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9. Roman baths at Musee de Cluny
Approaching the Roman Bath ruins was an interesting experience within itself because of the fact that it is somewhat wedged in between a more urban living area. It was enclosed because it is a part of the Musee de Cluny; however, they was still clearly ruines because of the crumbled look of the stone and the subtle hint of a place for pools of water. These baths were created in the Gallo-Roman city and have only been partially unearthed in three parts: the hydraulic network, the underground utility rooms, and finally the frigidarium or the cold room on the main floor, caldaria or the hot rooms and palestra. It is believed that they were built in the 1st or 2nd century AD but the exact date is unclear. 
Citation: 
“The Ancient Thermal Baths.” Ancient thermal baths | Musée de Cluny. Accessed May 28, 2022. https://www.musee-moyenage.fr/en/site/the-ancient-thermae.html.
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kudosmyhero · 2 months
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Transformers (vol. 1) #23: Decepticon Graffiti
Read Date: May 25, 2023 Cover Date: December 1986 ● Writer: Bob Budiansky ● Penciler: Don Perlin ● Inker: Ian Akin ◦ Brian Garvey ● Colorist: Nel Yomtov ● Letterer: Janice Chaing ● Editor: Don Daley ●
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**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers
Reactions As I Read: ● that’s the best set of comic book eyebrows I’ve ever seen ● jeez, poor Skids! ● I wonder if we’ll see the Witwickies anymore ● sputters a chocolate-covered sushi pop?? ● so far most of the children portrayed in this series are a good ad for birth control ● fun panel
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● it’s ok, Circuit Breaker, you don’t have to save that kid if you don’t want to. no, really. ● a bit of a redemption arc for Finkleberg and Circuit Breaker ● I mean, they kinda spoiled the graffiti on the cover, so… ● Circuit Break in that Transformer’s chest is… rather creepy-looking ● 👏👏👏👏
Synopsis: Donny Finkleberg has sold out Skids to RAAT for 50 thousand dollars and begins to have second thoughts about it as he watched Circuit Breaker disassemble him and painfully extracts memories from is brain circuits. When he tries to get Josie to show some mercy, she reminds him that Transformers were responsible for her being crippled. She then points out the success they have had in capturing 12 other Autobots. Donny begins to feel terrible that his greed has inadvertently given the Decepticons a much-needed advantage over the Autobots.
Meanwhile, at the Decepticons Wyoming base, Megatron has called the Battlecharger, Runabout and Runamuck to help send out a message challenging Optimus Prime in a unique way. The two laughing maniacs go out on the road and go looking for inspiration. They find it in a defiant young boy on vacation across America with his family, when they see him vandalize the side of a building by writing "Vacations are the Pits" in black marker, they find the motivation they are looking for. Getting gigantic spray cans, the two Decepticons follow the family across America and spray paint their message to Prime in Cybertronian on various national monuments including a football stadium in Wyoming, Mount Rushmore in South Dakota, and the Gateway Arch in St. Louis. When word gets to RAAT they track the path of graffiti and determine that they next intend to strike Washington D.C.
Sure enough when the family arrives in D.C. and views the Washington Monument they are shocked to see the robots appear and ruin their vacation again by spray painting graffiti on it. When RAAT arrives too late, Donny suggests that they contact the Autobots. Circuit Breaker angrily quashes this idea by pointing out if these "heroes" exist they would have already turned up. Donny shuts up, feeling ashamed and assumes that the Autobots lack of action is due to their constant betrayals by humans. When the vacationing family is brought to Circuit Breaker, Barnett and the others make the connection that the Decepticons must be following them on their vacation route and decides to follow the family to their next destination: Independence Hall in Philadelphia.
Sure enough when the family arrives there so does the Battlecharger. The two Decepticons, however, are ambushed by RAAT and forced to flee the scene. When Runamok fires at a building to get away, Circuit Breaker is forced to protect the family's son from the falling debris, injuring herself in the process. After being treated at RAAT headquarters, Circuit Breaker and Donny are told to stay behind while RAAT deals with the Decepticons at their next intended target: The Statue of Liberty in New York. When Circuit Breaker is angered over being unable to do anything, Donny suggests that they ask the deactivated Autobots for help.
In New York, despite RAAT's best efforts to stop them, the Battlechargers manage to spray paint a message on the Statue of Liberty. Having learned English, the two Decepticons leave a message to the Earth proclaiming that "Humans are Wimps" before Circuit Breaker arrives in a gigantic robot constructed out of all the captured Autobots. The giant robot engages the two Decepticons, and during the fight Circuit Breaker is protected from a stray shot without ordering the robot to do so. Ultimately, the robot blasts the two Decepticons to scrap, sending their flaming wrecks into New York Harbor. As part of the deal with the Autobots in helping them defeat the Battlechargers, Circuit Breaker, and Donny agree to let the Autobots go.
This action, however, gets them both fired from RAAT, since letting the robots go defeats the purpose of the unit. Later, returning to New York City, Donny watches a news report that asks people to help donate in repairing the Statue of Liberty, Donny donates all the money he earned from RAAT to pay the damages.
(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Transformers_Vol_1_23)
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Fan Art: Skids n Swerve by Ashourii
Accompanying Podcasts: ● Transformers Chronicles - episode 23
● Transformers University - episode 62
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nathancone · 4 months
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2023: A Year in Movies
Since 1999, I’ve logged every movie I’ve seen, in the theater, online, or at home on video. In 2023 I saw 79 movies, down 5 from 2022. Eighteen of the movies were new releases viewed at the theater, another dozen or so were big screen classics at TPR’s Cinema Tuesdays. My favorite new movie in the theater was “Killers of the Flower Moon.” My favorite new-to-me movie from a previous year that I discovered was Carlos Saura's “Carmen,” featuring transcendent flamenco dance numbers. I watched the new Indiana Jones movie twice this year; I think it's in the Top Three of Indiana Jones movies for me.
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Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Arrival Devi The Ugly Dachshund Crazy Rich Asians Disenchanted  Tár Gremlins Spider-Man: No Way Home Casablanca The Swimmer Arthur (1981) Thirteen Lives Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania The Invisible Man (1933) BlacKkKlansman The Fabelmans Monkey Business (1931) Jesus Revolution The Lego Movie The Batman Paisan Heroes for Sale Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade Coda (2021) Star Trek: Nemesis Air True Stories The Social Network Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse American Graffiti Last Night at the Alamo Apocalypse Now: The Final Cut Hercules The Flash Dunkirk Rififi The Maze Runner Carmen (1983) Asteroid City Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1955) Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny Meet Me in St. Louis Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One Oliver & Company In the Mood for Love Oppenheimer Barbie Tarzan The Quilt Haunted Mansion (2023) Prisioneros de la Tierra Young Frankenstein Paris Is Burning Shadow of a Doubt Mississippi Masala Red River Escape From New York The Girl Can’t Help It            Too Many Kisses Rope Howl’s Moving Castle Midnight In Paris Zoot Suit Barry Lyndon A Day at the Races A Fish Called Wanda Killers of the Flower Moon Cry-Baby The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Elf Tender Mercies Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny Waitress: The Musical Maestro The Holdovers It’s a Wonderful Life Wonka La Bamba
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