#tactic lord

[jazzluca]

STEEL DRILL [Technobot NOSECONE] ( Combiner ) CRAFTSMAN TOYS

Dopo l'infelice versione Combiner Wars, salvata dalla controparte giapponese parallela United Warriors, ed in attesa di un'eventuale prossima uscita ufficiale post Legacy, a vedere appunto come Hasbro sta facendo ORA i combiner, ho voluto provare il frutto proibito di questo NOSECONE ( STEEL DRILL per gli amici ) Third Party della Craftsman Toys per sciacquarmi la bocc… gli occhi dopo, durante e in attesa delle mezze delusioni in tema di gestalt a livello ufficiale, anche se il nostro Argobot cinese è solo di classe (circa) Legends.

Che poi, la classe Legends paragonata agli Hasbro sarebbero i moderni Core, ma questo è alto quanto un Bumblebee SS 86 e simili, quindi praticamente è un Deluxe piccolo ma mooooolto elaborato E con dei signori accessori, ma il "brutto" sta solo nella stazza ridotta rispetto ai Generations d'ordinanza, che se l'avessero fatto alto almeno quanto i Dlx medi ufficiali, di certo sarebbe stato meglio almeno per la mia idea di collezione...

Ma digerito il rospo della scala a se', questo Nosecone supplisce ad un mio bisogno collezionistico di rifarmi un po' gli occhi, come accennavo sopra, rispetto ai deludenti Aerialbot e Constructicon in arrivo per le linee ufficiali; ma un altro fattore respingente per me verso i 3p sono talvolta i design pure troppo liberi rispetto a quelli iconici, laddove però nei Technobot questa cosa può essere "sopportata" tranquillamente vista la natura intrinseca di questo gruppo dagli alt mode notoriamente cybertroniani, che è pure parte del loro fascino.

E Argobot stesso a mio avviso ha sempre il suo fascino come trivella cingolata ma sopratutto per via dell'interessante colorazione con un marron scuro principale bilanciato da parti arancio e bianche, schema cromatico sapientemente riportato in questa versione cinese, con l'arancio un po' spento e tendende al color senape per meglio amalamarsi al marrone scuro, ma sopratutto non hanno invece ripreso la colorazione del cartone!

Questa infatti era basata sulle prime immagini del prototipo di Argobot, dove il nostro un po' troppo simile ai colleghi Technobot cromaticamente, con un rosso violaceo stile borgogna ( grazie Matteo Pieri! :D ) ed arancio scuro, che magari in tv non si notava troppo ma che invece nel giocattolo sarebbe stata una pessima scelta, e per fortuna quindi che l'hanno reso marrone e quasi giallo, e ancor meglio che per questo 3p si siano basati sul giocattolo, che molto probabilmente coi colori show accurate manco l'avrei preso! ^^''

Il nostro Steel Drill qualche libertà se la prende nella sua fedeltà, che se da una parte ha tutto il torso del ROBOT biancastro, le gambe inferiori sono senape con piedi e cosce marroni, mentre ci sono dettagli sparsi argento a simulare gli adesivi sul petto dell'originale.

Se nel G1 le braccia erano banalmente i moduli cingolati del veicolo senza manco dei pugni scolpiti, qui abbiamo i pugnetti neri e le parti superiori dei cingoli ruotati paralleli al pavimento, anche se volendo si possono alzare per somigliare di più all'originale.

Carino che al centro del petto ci sia il cockpit del veicolo in plastica trasparente arancio mentre l'unico appunto che mi sento di muovere a livello estetico sono gli occhi normali e non allargati a mo' di visore interrotto sul naso come nell'originale, ed è un po' un peccato che così erano assai particolari come tipo di occhi, anche se poi TUTTI i Technobot avevano quel tipo di ottici, quindi chissà cosa vedremo negli altri colleghi futuri… ^^'

Belli anche i dettagli delle ginocchiere rialzate che ricordano quelle del G1, ed ovviamente il nostro ha l'avanzo della trivella appesa sulla schiena, che ruota ma che può separarsi ed essere indossata da un pugno a scelta, e ruotare grazie alla rotazione della mano!

Parlando di accessori ed armi impugnabili, Steeldrill ha la pistola ed i cannoni di Nosecone G1, e se sulla prima non c'è molto da dire, sui cannoni gemelli invece ce n'è eccome, dato che se nell'originale erano appannaggio del solo veicolo, qui possono sistemarsi tramite gli appositi agganci o sopra le spalle o sotto gli avambracci, ed essere pure impugnati grazie ai calci a scomparsa!

Ma come non citare l'altro signor accessorio, altro motivo per cui mi ha conquistato questo modello, ovvero il piccolo tank drone, cui si può montare la pistolina di qui sopra, che non è messo a caso dato che si trasformerà nel piede e supporto di Steeldrill come gamba del gestalt? <3

Ovviamente ne parlo meglio più avanti, ma solo il fatto di aver messo questo accessorio trasformabile in un drone carrarmato è davvero un'ottima mossa, ed il tank non sarà perfetto esteticamente, ma ha gli stessi colori di questo Nosecone e può ruotare ( anche se fuori asse in avanti, vabbè ) la torretta, la cui canna comunque può sollevarsi!

Ed a proposito di posabilità, sarà che io ne sono a digiuno di questi 3p, ma cavolo, è degna di un Masterpiece, ed in un modello così piccolo mi ha lasciato stupefatto! Diciamo che gli manca solo di poter aprire i pugni, ma il resto è tutto sulla media superiore dei Deluxe Generations, ma senza balljoint a parte la testa e con doppio snodo sulle ginocchia.

La TRASFORMAZIONE ricalca quella del G1 originale, ma anche questa è degna di un Masterpiece, con gli avambracci che ruotano, i pugni che si ribaltano e gli spallacci che si drizzano per formare QUASI tutti i due moduli cingolati. Il supporto della trivella si divide per permettere al modulo centrale con la testa di ribaltarsi all'indietro portandosi dietro il cockpit che si estende e ripiega, per poi ribaltare in avanti suddetta trivella. Le gambe infine anche qui si ripiegano sulle ginocchia, ma non prima di aver tirato fuori dai piedi dei pannellini e le parti finali dei cingoli racchiusi all'interno, finendo di così di completare anche la parte superiore del mezzo, con le punte dei piedi che ruotano di 180°.

La TRIVELLA CINGOLATA CYBERTRONIANA che ne esce è davvero ben fatta e sopratutto fedele nelle forme rispetto all'originale, con la cabina centrale rialzata, i moduli laterali, la parte posteriore rialzata ma non troppo, anzi no, è bella uniforme con quella centrale, e con in più un paio di propulsori nascosti all'interno di quelle che erano le ginocchia del robot, per non parlare della punta della trivella stessa bella grande e non piccina stile SD quasi del Nosecone del 1987.

Alla fine non stona troppo il fatto che tutta la parte posteriore sia arancio / senape e non solo nei dettagli superiori, mentre è un po' un peccato che i moduli cingolati siano immobili con la scusa della trasformazione che li compone, dato che nel G1 invece potevano muovicchiarsi un po', salvo non avere i cannoni gemelli attaccati.

Cannoni che abbiamo già visto nel robot e che qui ovviamente si attaccano ai moduli cingolati e fanno la loro parte citazionistica; peccato che non trovi posto nel veicolo anche la pistolina, ma c'è per lei un foro apposito nel drone tank da compagnia: quest'ultimo, come anticipato, altro non è che il modulo del PIEDE del gestalt, trasformandosi sollevano la torretta e raddrizzando la punta.

Come nel G1, anche questo Nosecone si trasforma in maniera minimal nella GAMBA del Computron cinese, limitandosi a sollevare la trivella e con il modulo della cabina che si ribalta verso l'interno facendo spuntare l'effettivo aggancio per il ginocchio del gestalt, richiamando giocoforza i perni/testa degli Scramble G1, e attacandosi poi al succitato piede abbassando anche il pannello centrale del bacino.

Parlando di Scramble, è ovviamente un peccato che non diventi anche un braccio il nostro Steeldrill, che nella mia ideale configurazione del Computron G1 lo preferisco così che non come gamba, ma tant'è, "accontentiamoci" intanto di questo gioiellino fedele ma modernizzato di Nosecone, e restiamo in attesa delle future uscite, apprezzando pure la magari ignara citazione di aver fatto uscire per primo proprio Argobot, che nell'episodio G1 dell'origine dei Technobot era effettivamente il primo ad essere creato da un Grimlock temporaneamente geniale. ^^

-Videorecensione

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.

Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.

Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?

He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??

Danny adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt, making the conscious decision to ditch the tie. He’s a tall 6ft 4 now, taking after his Dad. His head smarted all of the time, hitting doorframes when he was being a bit clumsier than the normal ghost-like grace he had learned to channel as The Phantom.

The Phantom instead of just Phantom. Why? Because Phantom was the name of a teenage vigilante in another dimension. The Phantom, on the other hand, is an intimidatingly tall, deceptively kind, extremely dangerous kingpin.

Honestly? Danny didn’t even want this life. Like, he had no idea it would snowball like this??

He supposed that it all started when the Penguin was trying to snatch kids off of his block on Crime Alley. Not officially his block, of course, because Danny didn’t actually enter this city to be a crime-shadow thing. But he hadn’t lost enough of Phantom the Vigilante to ignore kids getting hurt. He still hasn’t, if he’s being honest. He flew into a frantic search, tracking down the missing kids to Penguin’s bar. The Iceberg Lounge. Apparently, he wanted the kids to do some menial tasks and what not. Danny, rage flickering through his core, intangibly went in and robbed Penguin of every coin and secret the man kept.

Then? Danny blackmailed the Penguin to guarantee his kids a measure of safety from the Rogue. That began the slippery slope into whatever it is he does now. Penguin was being kept in line by Danny’s threats, the grip he had on the Rogue’s weak points, and a wonderful bit of intimidation.

——

“What, you stinking phantom? I’m stickin’ to yer rules!” Penguin snarled, forced to his knees by invisible blob ghosts.

Danny, salty and pissy from the lack of sleep he’d experienced trying to keep Penguin’s men in line as a result of Penguin trying to test where Danny’s lines were, dropped the temperature to the point where Penguin started shivering. Considering the place was already cold- the Iceberg lounge lived up to its name- it meant that Danny was standing nonchalantly in a room that was negative twenty five degree Celsius in a sweatshirt, Danny was already making good on his natural intimidation factor.

“It’s The Phantom to you, Oswald.” Danny said, in the tone of someone saying “it’s the shit, to you.”

Danny narrowed his blue eyes, letting a tiny tint of ectoplasm make his eyes glow a bit in the suddenly icing over room.

“Your people have been getting on my nerves, Oswald. Roughing up kids is so… uncultured. Are you sure you’re a Cobblepot?”

Penguin snarled, the effect of which was rendered ineffective due to his increasingly violent shivers. Plus, Danny loomed over him without even trying.

Danny, annoyed and asking himself “What Would Dan Do To Intimidate This Guy?”, gripped Penguin’s shoulder and hauled him up one handed. He dragged the mob boss over to one of the booths, avoiding the bodies he’d dropped (non-lethally) when Danny first walked in to ruin Penguin’s night. He shoved Penguin in chair he iced over, because Danny’s petty and if he saw one more bruise on his kids at Penguin’s hands, Danny was gonna go full Dan the Murderer.

He at least allowed to room to warm up before laying into Penguin, though. He stayed standing. Hey, he had the height advantage to use. He could have kept Penguin kneeling, but it was probably god the best that the mob boss got some sense of pride back.

(Danny had no idea that sitting as someone loomed over you to lecture and threaten you was even worse than kneeling. At least with kneeling, you knew where you stood. But sitting? It leaves you horribly off kilter.)

“I told you to keep your people in line. Kids are off limits, Oswald.”

“I kept them in line!”

Never let it be said that Oswald Cobblepot had a normal functioning sense of self preservation.

“Really?” Danny jabbed his pointer finger lightly on top of Penguin’s trachea and allowed his fingernails to sharpen into Phantom’s sharper digits. Penguin tried to lean away. “Then why did they start a gun fight when there were kids visible on the street? Why did I see one of my kids get hit by one of your poor excuses of a bouncer?”

“I-”

“Don’t care much for your excuses, if I’m being honest. I let you mess around with the little projects you have, without even breathing a whisper of your secrets. Sionis would love to know how you double crossed him the last deal, yeah?”

“I- I’ll keep them in line!” Penguin stuttered.

“Well, I believe in second chances,” Danny bullshitted. Ancients, how was this even working? “So I suggest you make an example of the guy that smacked Hailey around before I make an example out of you, Oswald.”

“Fine! Fine!”

——

And with that, he got access to Penguin’s resources and men and more importantly, the corrupt police officers. He made Penguin “boot out” the pedophilic ones (in a very violent way) and kept the rest.

Then? Mr. Freeze froze over the god damn pipes and Danny had to intimidate and make a deal with the Rogue so he and his increasing roster of orphans had access to warm water.

In exchange for Danny’s restorative and, more importantly, unmelting ice, Mr. Freeze was now Danny’s… on-call enforcer?? When he’s not researching cures for his frozen in a pod wife, that is.

Danny was satisfied with that. He was! But then Black Mask happened, with the man trying to engage in a battle of wits with Danny over the control of Crime Alley which, at that point, was firmly Danny’s territory.

The thing is, Danny doesn’t play nice anymore. Why bother with pointless mind games when he could just…

——

“So, you’re The Phantom.”

“And you’re Sionis.”

Black Mask twitched at the name, gloved hands pulling out his guns. Danny sat on the counter, head touching mid cabinet, and sipped out of Sionis’ favorite mug.

Because Danny broke into Black Mask’s safe house and stole his quality coffee. The man’s eyes were wary.

“How did you get in here?”

Danny shrugged. “Walked.”

Danny held the coffee out of the way as Sionis unloaded a clip into his chest and lunged forward to slap a mask onto Danny’s face. After waiting a bit, as Black Mask’s smug triumph bled into shock, Danny laughed and, using a bit of his natural strength, tossed the guy off of him. He casually took the mask off of his face.

“Jeez, I’m trying to be nice, here.”

“So, you’re a Meta.”

Danny grinned. “Eh. And you’re a cult leader with a mask fetish.”

Danny tuned out the rant about the “true face of Gotham” or whatever, already bored, and sipped at Sionis’ coffee. The ass might be a psycho, but his coffee tastes were wonderful. Danny stood up, rinsed his mug, and turned back to Black Mask.

“You’re trafficking people. Kids.” He said, cutting through Sionis’ chatter. He was sly about it too, committing violence and torture in a way that would ensure obedience and fear. Danny probably would have never caught on, Black Mask’s schemes being so ingeniously created and executed, had he not kept a hawk’s eyes on the more vulnerable members of Crime Alley’s community. And the rest of Gotham’s vulnerable communities, of course.

“My, a wonderfully obvious conclusion. Now, Phantom, I have a proposition for you.”

Sionis seemed to have gotten his bearings back. Danny tilted his head at him, looking down.

“You can work for me,” Sionis said, before opening a laptop with video feed to one of his masked men or whatever holding a knife to one of Danny’s more fearless kids. Danny snarled.

“Or, refuse, and your kid will lose a finger for every instance of your defiance.”

“I told you not to touch the kids, Sionis. I don’t allow trafficking either.”

Black Mask chuckled. “Cut off a finger, Sadness.”

“Yes, bos- ARGHHHH!”

Danny watched as Mr. Freeze froze the goon’s arms before breaking them.

“I’ve got her, Phantom.”

Danny nodded at Freeze, keeping an eye on Sionis in case the fool bolts.

“So, what are your cards now, Sionis? You’ve sure pissed me off with nothing to show for it.”

And that was the last night anyone heard from the one that was supposed to be the King of Crime.

But Gotham knew the head mounted on a pike at one of Black Mask’s hastily abandoned bases was a warning, that The Phantom was watching.

——

Then he somehow got a gaggle of more orphans that were undead zombie “Talons?”

From there, he just obtained influence over the crime bosses of Gotham. Because his Talons kept bringing him heads and blackmail and his crime alley kids and Gotham orphans kept bringing him information for food and safety?

But like, Danny never wanted anything in exchange for the safety he provided. His core could give less of a shit whether he got anything in return. But he couldn’t convince his kids of that! They’re putting themselves in danger and ugh-!

Danny checked himself once more in the mirror. Ready, he stepped out into the night to wait for the Bats at his new favorite VIP spots.

On the way, he passed Ivy and Harley, who he waved to. Pamela worked under him because he controlled Gotham’s criminal underground (which also mean the official parts of the city considering the sheer amount of corruption) and influenced them into more plant friendly methods. His dominion over Undergrowth also helped immensely.

Harley? They’re friends. He beat up and crippled her abusive ex. She gave him therapy and stopped torturing people for fun.

Danny stepped into the back door of the Iceberg Lounge. No one stopped him. No one dared to.

He settled onto a velvet couch, nodding respectfully at the server that had immediately and nervously set down his mai tai. He glanced around for cameras and wire taps, before giving up and upping his ectoplasmic output to short any recording devices out.

He sipped his drink as he waited.

“Batman.”

“Phantom.”

“Oh, good. You didn’t bring Robin,” Danny said, watching Batman tense. “Kids shouldn’t be in places like these.”

Batman stayed silent.

“Come on, sit.” Danny gestured to the couch across from him.

“This isn’t a social call. I’ll stop whatever you’re scheming-” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Is this where Nightwing gets it from?”

Batman snarled.

“Sit, sit.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Batman stayed stubbornly looming. Danny sighed, allowing his voice to slip into velvet danger.

“I told you to sit, Bruce Wayne.”

“You-”

“I won’t repeat myself again, Bruce. You’re testing my patience.”

Bruce sat, wary and hyper vigilant. Danny sighed, settling back in his chair.

“You’ve heard of Red Hood, yes? Don’t answer that, it was hypothetical. I know you’ve heard of him.” Danny waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t really care why he’s setting up shop in my Alley, but he’s upsetting the other crime lords. They’re asking me to interfere.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“No,” Danny acknowledged with a nod. “But I could make you, if you push it. Politeness would serve you much better right now, Bruce, seeing as I am doing you a… favor. And since I’m not shouting to the world who you are under the cowl.”

Danny gave Batman a pointed, patented, mom glare.

“… Apologies.”

“Now, you might be wondering what that favor is.” Danny watched Batman’s cowled face carefully. “I thought you should know that the Red Hood is your “Jason Todd.’”

Batman was still. And then Batman leapt at him, snarling, “How dare you-!”

Danny caught the vigilante by the throat and squeezed.

Batman’s flurry of punches- which, mildly ow, those gauntlets kind of hurt- quickly changed to clawing and maneuvers to get out of the choke hold. Danny held steady, cutting off the vigilante’s air supply until he began to go limp. He’s not Superman. Danny will bruise and kill, if he had to.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Danny asked mildly, emulating both Black Mask’s drawl and Dan’s effortless psychosis.

Batman gave a weak nod. Danny plopped him unceremoniously back onto his couch. He sipped on his drink once more as he waited for Batman to cough some sweet air back into his lungs.

“I’m telling you to get your little birds in line before I have to go hunting, yeah? Keep your kids out of danger, Bruce, and I won’t have to step in.”

“He- how do you know..?” The growl isn’t there anymore, and Danny felt a smug sense of vindication of having smothered it out of the guy. Woah, no, that thought was too Dan and too little Danny. Danny handed him a cup of water, which Batman didn’t drink.

Danny rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Drink. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. And as for how I know…”

Danny held up a beat up copy of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, filled with Jason’s writing. He tossed it to Batman, who caught it with blank eyes.

“Water,” Danny reminded him firmly, feeling like a mother hen. Batman gulped down his water, eyes flicking between the pages of Jason’s annotated book. Ancients, Danny couldn’t believe he annotated his book. A crime lord, like that? Well, it’s not like Danny could say anything.

Batman looked up at him, a silent demand- no, plea, because he’s not in a position to make demands- for an answer.

“Broke into his safe house. You should contact your fling, Talia. Seems like she dunked him into these “Lazarus pits” and told him you replaced him with the current Robin.”

Danny could see Batman’s emotional gears hard at work and honestly, he doesn’t have time for that.

“Now, we’re done here. You owe me one for the information. I’ll collect later.” Danny grabbed the Dark Knight, who stayed oddly unresisting (shock, maybe?) , and hauled him up.

“Tell Tim Drake to eat more. He looks too skinny.” With that, Danny dragged the Dark Knight to the window and punted him out. His kids were waiting on hot chocolate night and Danny had to go shopping for quality ingredients.

——

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME THE BIGGEST CRIME LORD OF YOUR CITY WAS THE FUCKING HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?!”

“Hn.”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T YOU GRUNT AT ME, YOU BROODY BASTARD!”

Constantine let out a scream. Shite, the king who held his soul contract was a crime lord. Great.

——

The reason intelligence and convoluted schemes and genius doesn’t work against Danny is because he’s got weird standards of what he’ll tolerate and the fact is that his normal dumbassery and mother hen tendencies cancels out and coherent thoughts or plans he might have had.

[benevolenterrancy]

"Heavens, he doesn't understand again." "Every time he says 'I don't understand', Lui-shixiong grabs someone to demonstrate until he understands..." Ji Jue quietly complained to Shang Qinghua. No wonder the injuries at Bai Zhan Peak had only increased!

so this is obviously Liu Qingge's entire love language, right?

[polarity-disturbed]

Me, innocently watching Classic Who: The First doctor is so charming and quaint.

First Doctor: rizzes up a grandma for architectural blueprints

Also First Doctor: casually hands a guy sleep-plant extract to drug his opponent in a fight

Me: This man should not be unsupervised.

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Apollo: *turns into a swan and lets Hyacinthus ride him across the land*

Zeus: *turns into an eagle and snatches Ganymede to the sky out of nowhere*

[garchamp]

Tactics ogre luct is one of my favorite games despite giving me a heart attack when I played this game as a child. I made a star wars version for characters I liked based on the game's character bios :D. I'll make one for padme and other characters. :DD sorry for the flimsy old english. Archaic grammar is not my forte. also, eldra is not from the clone wars era, my bad <3

[astromechapunk]

Undead.Wolf.Lord

[lavender-rosa]

I love how part of Lucifer's plan is just...nuking the entirety of Hell and hoping everyone...survives? And hopefully they all get an upgrade instead of turning into ash? Thoughts and prayers, Imao.

[lordtocco]

8️⃣ Ball Boy Tactics is a BL K-Drama of 8 episodes.

🏀 Han Ji Won is a former track athlete who meets at university, Know Jeong, a basketball player.

🥈🥇 Having grown up in the competitive world of sport, even if they attend different faculties, brings them closer.

🕯🎆 It is a continuous evolution from pure knowledge to the exploration of romantic emotions with the need to face related social difficulties.

🥰 I really appreciated the coming-out scene from Know Jeong.

🏆 For the moment the bl k-drama 2025 that I liked the most, we hope it will not hold this position long

[anghraine]

It's weird to describe any Tolkien thoughts as "coming out of nowhere" given who I am as a person, but I woke up thinking about Ghân-buri-ghân.

I wish the depiction of him were not deeply entrenched in noble savage tropes, because there's something kind of amazing in this idea of a people who have barely survived through the ages yet still persist; who saw the earliest warning signs and ditched Númenor before most people had the slightest idea of what was going to happen; who have gotten profoundly screwed over by basically everyone except (iirc) the Haladin; who have had their own powers since the First Age; who have always been implacable opponents of Morgoth's and Sauron's forces, even as these days they're hunted for sport by the Rohirrim; and at the same time who are facing down the threat of total obliteration by Sauron. And Ghân-buri-ghân manages to navigate all of this and get his people security and autonomy.

So like ... there's a seed of a really intriguing concept there, but I'm not sure Middle-earth has ever been in the right hands to actually do it right.

[kelbunny]

Artfight is (almost) over, time for my nonsense again.

TMW you become king but it's clearly the worst possible outcome for yourself and cost you the friend and sibling you were the closest too.

[polarity-disturbed]

I did not have “First Doctor starts a romance while trying to get intel, proposes marriage via hot chocolate, and ends up genuinely sad to leave her because she’s because she’s brilliant, perceptive, and matches him wit for wit.” on my Classic Who bingo card… but here we are.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

still living for my brother's reaction to robo mags tbh

[carlottastudios]

Every day I get closer to making an unhinged behemoth of a post listing all of the things about Kaeya and his possible connections to mythology & stuff that I notice but NOBODY ELSE SEEMS TO BRING UP IN THEIR THEORIES

(edit: OMG I reached the tag limit I'm so sorry)

[hetagrammy]

I was talking with @the-phoenix-heart about the Regency AU, and this happened.

Fellas, is it gay to desert the already cracking French army because you and your sworn rival you had a history with kept each other alive in spite of reason, move to England close to him, have your kids befriend his, and try to propose a beard marriage-of-convenience to his sister? Asking for a friend.

[scimitar-and-longsword]

I'm writing a sci-fi short story to submit to a local fiction magazine (stressful, let me tell you! ...story for another time.) and because of it I have had the most ridiculous fall into a new fandom.

Short story uses lots of radio jargon -> I look up scenes of radio chatter -> I start watching a bunch of Call of Duty Modern Warfare videos -> I start watching a bunch of Ghost/Soap compilations -> I now ship them.

Dear reader, I have never in my life played a Call of Duty game, and yet here we are...