You know I am that girl ~
I adore his dame card, my boy in drag I love him so much <333 and like ik the yellow highlights are only in his demon form but I like themmmm
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wish i knew what to do with this helpless frustration i feel every time i see people vilify the jedi for their way of life when the person doing the vilification doesn't even understand them properly. it's one thing to criticize and dislike them if you have an accurate picture of who they were and what they're trying to do vs. hating them because you straight up don't understand them at all 😭
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In 1996 Vale raced a rotary-valve 125cc two-stroke that weighed 70kg and was good for 140mph/225kph. In the year he reached his retirement age he raced a 1,000cc four-stroke that weighed nearly 160kg and nudged 220mph/350kph.
It is inevitable that such motorcycles need to be ridden in different ways. The essential difference between racing a low-powered bike and a high-powered bike is the speed the rider uses through corners.
The best way to achieve fast lap times on a lightweight bike with relatively little horsepower - like a 125 or 250 - is to use as much corner speed as possible, by taking flowing lines through the turns.
On the other hand, a 500 or a MotoGP bike has a lot of horsepower (too much, in fact!), which if used correctly has a huge effect on lap times. Therefore Vale had to change the way he attacked corners when he graduated to the premier class in 2000.
After his first few races on a 500 he understood that the secret to a fast lap time on a big bike was to focus on corner exit, so he could unleash the engine's power as soon as possible. This required sacrificing corner speed, the gain in acceleration in corner exit more than compensating for the loss of time in the middle of the corner.
"You need to go slow mid-corner, then lift up the bike really quickly and give gas when you are on the fatter part of the rear tyre," he said. "If you don't get it right, you're either slow or you crash."
The first man to set him right was rival Sete Gibernau. Vale had a lot of crashes during the winter of 1999/2000, because he was trying to ride the bike like it was a 250, using flowing cornering lines on the edge of the tyre. Gibernau told him what to do, but like any keen young racer, Vale ignored the advice and kept falling off.
Gibernau was correct, however. The 500 had double the power of a 250 - about 180 horsepower - and a two-stroke engine delivers power and torque in an aggressive and unpredictable way, so it's asking for trouble to swoop through corners on the edge of the tyres and then open the throttle.
Mat Oxley’s Valentino Rossi: All His Races
At the time, I was falling a lot. And for many different reasons. Part of it had to do with my style in 250. In 250cc you can go into a turn bent right over and you can even open the throttle all the way on the turn, accelerating as you go through it. OK, it's not the easiest thing to do but it was possible and many of us had mastered it. You can forget about doing things like that on a 500cc. One of the problems with the 500 is that, at first, you feel totally confident. That's what happened to me. I felt very sure of myself, I pushed ahead, keeping my 250cc style. And, as a result, I kept falling off.
It happened in my second test, at Phillip Island. And it was a very bad fall. Gibernau had come up to me before the test and actually warned me: "Look, you bend the bike too much, treat it as if it was a 250cc. You can't do that. You should use your body more rather than bending the bike."
"Gee, thanks, yeah, I'll do that..." I replied, not really taking him too seriously. I asked myself, "Who is this Gibernau who thinks he can tell me how to race?"
Of course, I paid no attention to him. And that was a big mistake. Two hours later I had a terrible spill. I was going very fast and, all of a sudden, I felt the rear tyre lift itself off the track and the next thing I knew I was flying through the air. It was an incredible flight. When I finally landed it was with the kind of thud I'm sure to remember for a very long time.
Valentino Rossi in his 2005 autobiography, What if I had never tried it
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Its not a big plot or anything but how about Hondo Ohnacka "acquires" a star destroyer somehow
what I wouldn’t give for a leverage-style heist for a light cruiser a that completely falls apart in typical star wars style but somehow ends up with hondo ohnaka having stolen an entire star destroyer
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im going to talk about yosano too. i hate how little the fandom talks about yosano's character. it makes me truly upset. like first of all lets address the fact that judging by how many of the agency members cringe abt the idea of needing her ability used on them shes almost definitely the only reason they havent all literally been killed. to say nothing of how many times we see it on screen esp in s4 like if yosano had not been there shit would have been worse. and yet barely anyone talks about her even w the slight uptick since her backstory being animated. and her backstory is easily one of the most emotionally devastating ones in the whole story and the depiction of her being like "the door might have been open but i wouldn't have known or been able to leave" because she was so heavily traumatized after is to me as someone w ptsd myself such a harrowingly real feeling that comes w ptsd and being in dissociative states because of it. she was so young and was so traumatized she couldnt even move on her own and until she was rescued by fukuzawa and ranpo she had to endure so much unimaginable pain ESPECIALLY for a child so young at the time. and yet even so today she still pushes through no matter what and is so incredibly strong mentally and physically esp considering we know her past still haunts her enough to where she still feels undeserving of the agency's care and like she has to atone for things she was forced to do (m*ri watch your fuckinf back because every second youre not running i only get closer). and despite feeling that way she still does everything she can to protect the agency and save people now that she can use her ability however she wants without being told when or how she has to use it because all she ever wanted was to save people. the agency owes their very survival to yosano in the most literal sense and i just think everything she's gone through and everything she contributes gets overlooked so so often and i hate it i truly do
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AND THOUGH YOU'RE AWAY, NOTHING HAS CHANGED
snippets from post-war , district four .
he’s enveloped in a hug before he knows what’s happening. the only warning he got was a familiar voice booming out, “look who came home!” before rafferty had his arms around him in a tight squeeze. maybe it for the best to have been away so long, finnick thinks, or the man would’ve surely slowed down the healing process of just about every injury on finnick with one crushing hug.
coming home was a better treatment than anything the doctors and therapists recommended him. finnick couldn’t wait to lounge in his bed and be free of all the worrying and nosey people— his bed, with annie, was all he could think about and it was just as good as he believed it to be. but, it was short. with one grumbling stomach came almost immediately the realization that their house was entirely empty of food. there was some moldy things from before even the quell, but nothing edible and certainly nothing he’d ever think of serving his pregnant wife, or himself for that matter. the market trip would’ve happened eventually, and it was all finnick expected it to be— full of familiar faces, some hugs, and news breaking. he’d have a newsletter worth of things to take back to annie alongside the groceries.
rafferty babroc isn’t something expected though— and for a second finnick feels quite terrible, that he hadn’t thought to seek him out at the start of the day, along with kelby. but it’s just as quickly replaced by relief, rafferty’s there and he’s hugging him. finnick finally finds his voice to greet him, “hard to stay away!”
“is that right?” raffy pulls away, a teasing grin on his face, which to finnick looks the same as it did before. it’s not assurance that nothings changed with him, but at first glance it’s close enough. “i thought we’d lost you for good to the capitol. i mean months went by and—“
“and i would’ve come back sooner if they let me.” finnick informs, expression mirroring the others as they’re both up in smiles. “honest, raffy, we tried!”
“and there’s the other thing, WE!” there’s a light shove to finnick’s chest, and the joy on his friend’s face has been replaced by an insulted look matched with an accusatory point. “you got MARRIED and you didn’t invite me to your wedding! i had to watch it in a broadcast!”
“now why would i invite you to my wedding?” the obvious circumstances that prevented such a thing glide past them both— better that way.
“to be your best mate, obviously!” he says it with such confidence, that only brings on a desire in finnick to poke at.
“best mate? you…” finnick’s head tilts, a light hum on his lips as he ponders the notion teasingly. “my best mate…”
“you piece of shit!” there’s a laugh from both men and finnick can’t help but pull raffy back into another hug— he’s full of endearment for his old friend and his old and unchanging attitude.
he feels brave enough to ask, eyes finally off each other, a somewhat harder question: “kelby’s…”
assuredly, raffy let’s him know, “off at work— still fishing, very much alive, very much pissed off with you, and head as big as ever.” as they part from the hug this time, finnick is tugged out of the path of foot traffic, letting a rush of people pass through and towards the stalls all around them. the market is picking up in population, but the number hardly bothers finnick, to his own surprise. he welcomes the way he feels rather plain amongst everybody else, people passing him with only a pinch of side eye, nothing rude, prying, or adoring. they hardly register him, back turned to most.
“figures, is he still living at the same place?”
“we all are, you know, if you’re suddenly feeling up for visiting.” raffy’s comment comes not unlike that of a parent’s. it’s a not at all subtle way of saying that finnick needs to be a little bit more proactive, connected. when he says nothing to it, only cringes his face lightly, raffy takes the pressure off. “how’s annie?”
“annie’s good, she’s… she’s pregnant!”
rafferty’s arms go up in disbelief. “pregnant?”
“yeah,” a little blush crawls into finnick’s cheeks, “baby’s due at the end of the month.”
“at the end of the month? and this is when you tell me?” through all of raffy’s disbelief, finnick just laughs. “i thought we were friends! to think we threw a funeral for your ass!”
taken aback, “you threw a funeral for me?” he’d only given the broadcast of his death a spare second thought when he made it to snow’s mansion— annie having relayed her concerns then. the thought of it reaching the district, or what any reactions to it would be from those who knew him hadn’t dawned on him. to hear he’d had a funeral, even if only by his two friends, was touching, and amusing.
there’s a shrug— a silent, duh. “egret gave the eulogy.”
finnick’s eyes go wide, “egret?” he wasn’t nearly as close with her as he was with her twin, kelby, but maybe all the more reason she spoke rather than either him or rafferty. at one point or another, they’d maybe batted eyes back and forth, but it was all harmless and went nowhere.
raffy nods, and then let’s out a sigh, releasing all the minor issues he has with his friend along with the breath. his hand lands on finnick’s back, starting to guide him along the market aisles. “there is a lot to catch you up on, man.”
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listen i don’t actually have strong feelings one way or another as to whether charles and carlos are actually friends (or just friendly) but why are yall acting like that interview is proof when it’s literally just one man’s word and a rather exaggerated sounding word at that…
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hello!!! I've read your post on natsumugi and how the fandom mischaracterizes their relationship, and I totally agree! One thing I really enjoy about enstars is that it actively shows characters who may have had toxic/unhealthy aspects to them/their relationships genuinely improve and grow (ntmg and shumika are some great examples to me) and it saddens me to see people demonize that bc this game showcases characters as flawed human beings and that they still in the end deserve love and support. My ask got pretty long, hope it's alright ^^;
FOR SURE!! and like i had mentioned in another post, a reason why enstars showing these toxic/unhealthy aspects of characters and their relationships is because of how deeply it can resonate with people! im sure many of us have done things we regret, and many of us can sometimes feel like we're monsters unworthy of love and forgiveness for what we've done, even if in hindsight the thing we did wasnt that bad. and so it makes me really happy to see these toxic and unhealthy traits i know so many of us can relate to be tackled with such a good amount of nuance and care. the writing of these topics feel so real. and it just makes me really happy because ive never had a piece of media where i feel THIS seen in it
which makes it suck all the more when the characters you love and/or resonate with get mischaracterized or demonized. it is unfortunately inevitable with any piece of media that shows a persons more corrupt actions, so all we can really do is hope that people look a little deeper into the text to learn, or to simply not speak so confidently on characters you know little about
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Whenever I see people saying that Dazai's an asshole and doesn't care about anyone I laugh. Guess he did a good job of fooling you buddy.
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I have mostly been restraining my Takes out of general self-consciousness and overall exhaustion, but it is very important to me that Obi-Wan has at least once said to Qui-Gon, “One day you’re going to be wrong about something, and I hope I’m there to see it,” and then he was dueling Anakin surrounded by lava and everyone was dead and he couldn’t even enjoy the moment.
(and then years later they were both Force ghosts and Anakin was key in Palpatine’s downfall and he HAD TO EAT HIS WORDS AFTER ALL THAT)
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when i finish the Sylki Adultery AU thing THEN i shall allow myself actually make a start on the Loki-rules-Jotunheim AU, where my goal is to top 10k words in a fic that doesn't have even a single baby in it.
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If Percival and Nadine was to have a contemporary ya romance name (the typical of non-fantasy, non-myth retelling, non-spec novels, I mean), it would have to be something involving a metaphor of light.
That dark neo-noir radio drama starring David Morrissey (it IS really dark. The lengths I'll go to just hear the interpretative power of his voice. Anyways), called Don't Hold Back the Light keeps coming to mind again and again. The imagery of dawn and sunrise keeps coming to me, in part through the songs I feel fit the story in partial ways (Keane's Bend and Break, Rick Astley's Rise Up, James Blunt's Bonfire Heart, even the melody of Lionel Ritchie's Stuck on You), but also because it feels thematically pertinent.
Both find themselves in night, not only in the despair, and tiredness, and hurt and brokenness, but on the idea that they had their day in the Sun, as life is metaphorically a day, and that it is over, and yet they linger. BUT where they are at the beginning, the idea of a new day sounds scary. And exhausting. There's a sliver of hope deep, deep down, like a candle on a window in a faraway house in the middle of nowhere. But for the most part, they'd like to hold it back if they could. And yet that feels wrong to them.
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Sad Old MegOp
Downer feels ahoy! (I'm sorry 🥺 but this just came to mind all of a sudden...)
Basically... what if after an extremely long war, and even longer peacetime between factions, after bringing everyone back home and rebuilding and thriving...
... one of our beloved OTP (or possibly, even sadder, both of them??) is starting to get processor glitches similar to alzheimers in humans. There are gaps in memories that get harder and harder to jog each day, and some days they wake up disoriented, thinking they're somewhere they're not.
On the worst days, they think they're still fighting the other.
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In light of the sad news about Bernard Hill, I feel like we should take a moment to really appreciate the acting performances in the LOTR trilogy. The fact that none of the cast got Academy Awards is well-known and I think even now the sheer visual spectacle of the trilogy can overshadow everything else, but the performances were SO crucial to what made the films great.
It’s easy to take the success of the movies for granted now, but that was never a guarantee. Aside from the practical aspects of portraying such an epic fantasy onscreen, the series is peppered with dialogue that is fine on the page but unbelievably difficult to deliver. As Harrison Ford famously remarked to George Lucas re Star Wars “You can write this stuff, but you can’t say it.”
From Gandalf’s “To the Bridge of Khazad-Dum!” to Elrond’s “It must be cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came!” it would be so easy for the whole thing to collapse into farce. The only reason it doesn’t, is because of the talent and conviction of the actors.
Bernard Hill was tasked with one of the most objectively ridiculous lines in the entire trilogy. “The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!” And he delivered. BOY, did he deliver. He gave it all the gravitas and emotional weight of Shakespeare, he made it truly rousing instead of ridiculous, he took the audience with him to that moment, that place, right into Middle Earth with its people and its history, and made it REAL.
And for that, I thank and salute him. RIP, sir. Go now to the halls of your fathers. You earned it.
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Propaganda
Toshiro Mifune (Rashomon, Seven Samurai, Grand Prix, Stray Dog)—i love and respect my boi tab hunter (rest in peace you beautiful, beautiful man ❤️), but after i watched like 12 of his movies in a row on tcm last year, i ALSO love and respect toshiro mifune, son of a literal actual hatamoto’s (a high-ranking samurai) daughter, also very possibly related to the best judokan EVER, AND, he’s the guy who SHOULD have been obi-wan kenobi. the fact that he’s ALSO hot as hell just adds to his appeal.
Sidney Poitier (Lilies of the Field, To Sir With Love)—an unbelievably beautiful man, a complete class act. Something about his eyes breaks my heart every time.
This is the final poll of the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.
THIS POLL LASTS FOR 24 HOURS.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Toshiro Mifune propaganda:
"In addition, he spoke fluent mandarin and every time he was casted in foreign films, he said his lines in the language of the movie (although they ended up dubbing him. He wasn’t happy about it though).”
Submitted: this gifset
Also submitted: this video (yes, that one)
"Crucial Toshiro Mifune propaganda: THOSE LEGS"
"That is hella muscle. Go watch The Hidden Fortress, aka Star Wars A New Hope. His thighs deserve an award."
Sidney Poitier propaganda:
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i feel like the reason aang isn’t as adored and beloved as he should be is because he’s the protagonist but he’s also not an archetypal western classical hero. i don’t agree with the entirety of that “avatar aang: feminist icon” essay because i think the role of patriarchy and gender in atla is more complex than what that essay posits, but he definitely complicates the masculine ideal of heroism and generally does not conform to patriarchal notions of masculinity. which is very deliberate, especially as contrasted with sokka and zuko’s explicit struggles with the imperialist/colonial standards of an aggressive, militaristic, and chauvinistic masculinity. aang is subversive because he represents an absence of war in a world ravaged by it. through his link to a (somewhat more) peaceful and harmonious past, he represents a better possible future. as katara would say, he brings people hope.
but people don’t like that he’s not visibly edgy or tormented like zuko is (even though he’s a far more tragic character than zuko is, just fyi), that he isn’t “cool” (even though he’s literally the coolest kid ever, just fyi), that he “gets the girl” (even though if anything, she gets him) despite being twelve and bald and nice (the horror!). katara is the more classical hero of the narrative, as its narrator and its catalyst, the adventurous revolutionary who gradually learns to control and use her powers and eventually becoming a force to be reckoned with. zuko is the classical anti-hero of the narrative, his “redemption arc” constantly hailed as one of the greatest character arcs in television. so people expect katara and zuko, as very obvious narrative foils who parallel each other every step of the way, to be the obvious couple, because based on every romance narrative we’ve been inundated with throughout our lives, within our patriarchal society, they “just make sense together.”
but as much as katara is a protagonist in her own right, aang is the show. the title quite literally represents the central thematic tension of the entire narrative, the colon illustrating the implicit divide between his duties to this brave new world in desperate need of justice and balance, or his duties to his extirpated culture as the last true voice among them. aang is the central figure because this tension represents the crucial ideological battle happening across the entire show. aang is the avatar because he is the only person in the entire world whose values have not been shaped by war.
people constantly laud zuko, in particular, for being the most interesting, complex character in avatar. but i personally don’t even think that’s true. which isn’t to say that zuko isn’t fascinating in his own right, of course, but rather that he’s certainly not the only complex character this show has to offer. he just happens to monologue about his anguish constantly. but aang wasn’t raised as an imperial prince, and so he approaches the world, and his own pain, in a very different manner. the reason he immediately goes to ride giant koi on kyoshi island, mailchutes in omashu, and otherwise goofs around after learning of the shocking ramifications of his people’s genocide is because that’s how he copes with his pain. unlike zuko, who never stops talking about his aches and yearnings, aang represses his trauma and hides his tears behind a mask of upbeat cheerful goofy twelve year old antics.
until he can’t anymore. until he snaps. both katara and zuko wear their hearts on their sleeves, and that includes their rage. but aang’s rage is dangerous specifically because it represents that he has been pushed past his limits, that the conditions of this world in which he is a perpetual stranger, temporally displaced and dispossessed, are intolerable. that peaceful reconciliation is impossible. and the fact that he persists beyond that breaking point, over and over again, to firmly and resoundingly establish his ideals even as they conflict with everything he has learned about this world, a world that is not his own even as he can never return to the world he once knew, is what makes him so unique, so powerful, so beautiful.
i know that aang isn’t the typical hero, neither narratively nor aesthetically, but really, that’s the entire point. the world, our world, needs something other than what we have now. we need someone who will not succumb to the ideals of domination and victory through violence to assert themselves. we need someone who stands firm in refusing to kill the firelord, even as everyone he knows tells him otherwise. we need someone who knows that darkness cannot be vanquished through more darkness, but can only truly yield to purifying light.
and sure, aang is a child, and often acts childishly. sure, he’s not conventionally handsome and alluring. but one thing i will never understand is how that somehow negates his appeal to the masses. because even if you don’t appreciate how crucial he is to the themes of this narrative you all seem to love so much, how can you not love his adorable little face? his precious little laugh, his zest for life, the infinite well of love and kindness he holds in his heart? people who hate aang are crazy to me. because you are, quite literally, hating the world’s most precious baby boy.
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