#Humility and karma in action I guess

[huayla]

Hi @ervikirvi! A while back, I read a post of yours asking for recommendations for fics about certain chess pieces. That day, I was inspired and wrote in the comments a little list of some of my favorite fics. Time passes, and I don't know, I loved the works I found so much that I thought you might be interested.

If it's not too much trouble, I'll just copy the comment (with corrections + a new fic I found) I wrote that day:

Listen, my native language is not english and I'm not used to interact on tumblr. But I loved reading your analysis posts about queenie and kinger that led me to know your account. And well, how a person that taked a period of time to search material of this chess couple in ao3 I can tell that there aren't too many to my taste 😅 and in amount. But the ones I found are GOLD (maybe there are so many others to be found but who knows). Of course this is only my opinion with all respect to fanfic writers whose dedication and constancy I appreciate. Below I'm going to write my list (which is short hopefully only for now). I need to clarify that it's not put in order of preference, all of them offer an idea that attracted me above the general I checked.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59808613 -> metamorphosis by beepborpdoodledorp its the longest and I loved reading each letter of it. It's a kinger/queenie fic. "Queenie hasn't been feeling alright lately." is the summary, i will not say no more 😊. (also check the other works of the author, they are so good. I like his Gumigoo!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59939308 -> Atta Cephalotes by Anonymous. It was a great surprise to find this fic! A Kinger & Pomni fic. It feels like it could easily happen in an episode (But of course that all the fics I love always I want to be happen in a episode). Whoever you are who wrote this I need you to know how marvellous is.

Ok, I admit it, these first two are my favourites, but I also enjoy reading:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55277785 -> First Days by Silvery_Soul. This fic was written when the series was just starting, and it still managed to capture the couple's dynamic and their adaptation within the circus, taking on their roles as leaders. (And an Ragatha & Kinger fic before episode 2!!??? I don't know how common it was at the time, but I cherish its execution.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59689234 -> Check by LateNightDaydreams (Kinger forgetting things before his wife abstracted? a part of a angst i didn't know i need it after reading this)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63602545/chapters/163010482 -> Kingers Gambit by OhSunnyKnight. Although I support this theory of https://www.tumblr.com/wtpyrofreak/770600255510216704/the-best-thing-to-happen-to-kingers-lower-half?source=share , it´s pleasant and interesting to read an analytical monologue from a grieving Kinger.

Honorific Mentions:

Finding the Queen Piece -> Finding the Queen Piece by Silvery_Soul

my heart aches for you -> my heart aches for you by basedmiser

So, maybe I'm forgetting some others, but there you go, all the fics I keep :D. Sorry if this is long

PS: I need to specify in the notes of "Check" about the forgetful Kinger: To avoid spoilers for some fics, I'll just say that this one in particular does it more drastically. You'll notice it as you read.

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There you have it :D. Although you've probably already read these fics, I decided to post this as well to support these works that I loved and their respective authors.

[jamestrmtx]

Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Eight | Dating Start! (Part 3 of 3)

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Thankful he seems to be taking this just as seriously as you are, you begin with, "Back at that restaurant, you mentioned you could've most likely hurt anyone who passed beyond the Ruins, regardless of who they were, right?" He nods, so you add, "Why did you choose not to hurt Frisk, if that's the case? What…. What stopped you this time around?

"It used to be like that, yeah," he says, blunt. "But I made a promise not to do that not long after I was assigned to the job. Not that I even, well, favour killing innocent people to begin with, but that was the job assigned to me back then."

"And couldn't you have searched for another solution?" You're left in disbelief and think on how closely his words match with the rumours beginning to rise about monsterkind, most of it leaked by people like the man on the bus after your hospitalization -- through clips and videos of your incident at the bus, all of these posted on social media. "Just how many lives did you take before you made that promise?"

Your initial, more tolerant view of Sans diminishes the longer you give thought to that interrogative. 

Monsters were said to be merciful and kind, yet the first rumour you unmasked as true since that day at the restaurant was that of Asgore having ordered to kill seven humans for their souls?

"You-" you stutter, ire clouding both coherent thinking and structure alike. "You're just another hypocrite, aren't you?"

You peer down at him, his shorter height helping you maintain authority from within. 

"Frisk talks all about how kind, nice, and friendly you monsters supposedly are, but in the end, you- you've spilled just as much as blood as any other human being." Your voice breaks, the thought of Frisk passing away in the hands of a monster sending further ire down your body. "Frisk could've died in the hands of people like you, so I have no right to listen to how you deserve seeing them again, let alone a goat lady who claims she sees them as her child instead of mine." The thought of Sans being more guilty of a person than you once thought crumbles whatever kind view you had since meeting him. "I… I refuse to let Frisk see any of your kind again!"

A near foreign expression reaches his face just then -- almost hurt weren't you so used to him being all chill and unbothered a solid ninety-nine point nine percent of the times you've been around him. You refuse to believe he's been hurt by your words, though that changes when you see him recover from that expression once you don't show any signs of backing away from what you said. His irises turn dim, though he tries to recover with a soft breath out.

"And then... That's it?" he asks, masking whatever emotion he was feeling just a second ago. "So even those who haven't done anything bad get repercussions for it?" The patience in his tone snaps, though his expression remains the same, mellow and waiting for you to regain some calm yourself. "Humans have done more harm than we ever have. Asgore did that just so we could be set free."

"And you think that makes you guys doing it justifiable? Maybe six deaths seems trifling over your freedom, but did you consider those people before ending their lives?" You're quite frankly pissed now, incapable over -- and unwilling of -- hearing him speak without wanting to snap at him with every response he gives you. "Did they willingly sacrifice themselves for your kinds' freedom, or did Frisk have to fall down here and make you understand none of this was ever okay?"

The monster tries to reach a hand out for you, yet you avoid him, only realizing why he does that when you trip, hitting the edge of the river. He grabs your arm to make up for it, though you prove to be too heavy for him, sending you both to the water. A loud splash accompanies your fall, yet the strangeness of not feeling wet prompts you to open your eyes then, these having instinctively closed the second you tripped. Limbs left uncovered sting with the strength of the fall rather than over water splashing you, and that observation finally makes you look around to witness a thin veil of blue magic keeping you from falling into the water.

"I get that, as a parent, you're overreacting right now, but I'll stand by what Frisk's said about you and what I've learned about you since we've met." A beat of silence passes as he waits for you to calm down. "I know you're still a patient person underneath all that you're pullin' off on me."

"All that what, exactly?" you ask, a glare returning to your face. "And you think I'm overreacting? Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I heard you, and I know my kind's gonna pay for the damage they caused to other people." You try not to wiggle away and stay under him with how fragile his magic seems, so you're forced to look up at him as he stays hoisted over you. His hands are kept suspending the faint, magic veil, preventing the two of you from falling into the water. "If it makes ya feel any better, I'll let you in on a weakness I've got." 

He sits up on the veil and takes your arm again, trying to sit you down with him. You resist, waiting until he stands up and walks back to firm land for you to do the same. 

"My magic relies on Karma, meaning I couldn't possibly do you nor your kid any damage, if I even tried."

With him sounding so tired now, you can't decipher much over his change in tone. He has his back turned to you all the while, though his magic remains underneath you, still keeping you from falling into the water. His hands slip into his pockets and his veil disappears only after you climb out of it and make it back to stable ground. 

"If nobody does any damage, then nobody gets hurt. Simple as that. Your kid didn't hurt a fly goin' through the Underground, so even if I would've attempted to hurt them in any way, it wouldn't've had any effect."

You find it hard to believe him, yet follow along for the moment, eager to see where this would lead on to. "...So that means it doesn't work the same for all monsters?" You pause, considering his words and the abilities his younger brother had shown when play-fighting with Frisk the last time you picked them up at Toriel's home -- the day Frisk managed to convince you over continuing to be tutored by both Toriel and Sans alike. Thinking back on that day also brings back the memory of the gift Sans had given you, though you brush it off as quick as it comes to avoid being influenced by any of it.

Clearly, Papyrus was capable of attacking no matter what the circumstances were if he could use his magic to simply play around with Frisk, but then what about him?

What made Sans the exception?

"What are you supposed to be, then?"

"That's a bit of a rude question, don't ya think?" He turns back to you, an amused glint present in his gaze and grin. "No offense, pal, but I'm tryna be patient with ya here. And you're makin' it hard by being so stubborn." He chuckles, winking at you. "Though I guess that makes sense, considerin' how determined Frisk is. Like parent like child, huh?" His gaze lingers on yours as he says that. "We'll hafta go to Hotland now to make that fiery attitude and hotness of yours match with the climate."

"...Did you just wink at me?" You tense up, the lilt you catch in his words worsening your assumptions over that action. 

Of course, you'd seen Sans do that countless times before -- regardless of family, friend, or even yourself at certain times -- but his current tone and the subtle and upward, goofy curve to his grin makes it feel as if he's far from being friendly about it. "Oh, God. Are you hitting on me for real now, Serif?"

Finally, for what once seemed like a skeleton too laid-back for his own good, he shows shock through the tense of a smile and the flicker of his irises. His posture turns awkward and confidence vanishes from it, only masked surprise remaining. 

"...What?" That's the only thing he manages to say, gaze landing on your hand, a ring found on it. "Whoa, whoa, whoa there, pal," he blurts out, a chuckle bursting through, more nervous than humoured in comparison to past times. "Don't, uh, jump to conclusions so fast. I know Jerry's not in the picture anymore, and I dunno if you're seeing someone else right now, but..." He falls flat on his words, a hand going to the back of his skull, scratching it as a befuddled look overcomes him. "Are you? 'Cause ya found me out, if ya really did think I was flirtin' for real now."

"I'm not seeing anyone," you reply, letting out a sigh as you bring a hand to your nose, massaging the bridge in search of calm. "But what made you think it was okay to try and flirt with me now of all times, if I'm here barking at you like this? Sucking up to me won't erase my anger." You let go of your nose, forehead creasing as you take a quick breath in and chest tightening when you try to let your pride and grudges go, needing more humility for your next statement. "I'm eternally grateful your kind looked after Frisk while I wasn't there, but I just... I simply can't let things like what Asgore ordered to be done to my kind or even what Alphys supposedly did to her own kind slip by. I know I'm still only just figuring stuff out, but if these rumours have some truth in them, I… I don't think I'll be able to let this go so easily."

"So you acknowledge you're overreactin' a lil'?"

"I'm not. I'm simply calling your kind out on their hypocrisy." 

Sans returns his hand back against his neck and stretches it; how restless he looks makes you believe he's close to running out of ways over getting back into good terms with you.

When he lets go and huffs, patience returns, though not nearly at the same level as when he first approached you about the subject. "Even so, I... I'd say you're still overthinkin' some stuff up. Tori didn't even say she wanted to keep Frisk's custody all for herself. She just wants to see the kid every once in a while -- like she's doin' right now."

Notwithstanding, you place your hands on your hips and refuse to let your scowl fall, your display of gratitude from earlier ago seemingly nowhere present anymore. "Say what you want, but I still think it's ridiculous I have to let this matter go just like that."

He rests his back against a nearby, rocky wall, gaze facing down and focusing on a puddle. "Have it your way, then. I still think Frisk should decide if they want to see us or not again. 'Cause at the end of it all, they proved themselves capable enough to free us from the Underground all by themselves, and that's enough for me to give them merit over their capabilities for a lifetime."

You don't say anything back and lay against the rock next to him, eyes landing on the waterfall and the river bubbling with its force.

While you knew it was unreasonable to prevent Frisk from seeing every monster around rather than a few of them, you refuse to give in anymore. Pride over being right in your judgement drowns every other sense of amiability. You had to stand your ground now that you'd gone this far; backing away would only show your weakness.

Silence keeps itself between you for some time, broken by him not long after your mind comes up with the idea of exploring the Underground on your own. Having him show you around didn't seem so fitting anymore. "So... You're really not seeing anyone else? But then why the ring?"

His question takes you off guard, until you think back as far as three whole years ago, back when Frisk was still a toddler. They'd used two quarters to buy you a faux silver ring rather than the bubblegum they mentioned they wanted to try out; they gave it to you with as much pride as they did when telling you about a good grade or deed, and to quote, "It's to replace the one you had before!" -- 'one' referring to the one you stored away for emergency funds not long after ending things with Jerry. To this day, it's still right where you hid it -- and thankfully so. You hoped then and even now you still hope over never having to sell that ring away for funds; not because of any emotional attachment whatsoever, but due to you wanting to strive your best in order for Frisk to live a good life.

It's almost a vital part of you now, and -- hadn't Sans asked you about it -- you wouldn't've acknowledged it to such an extent.

You quirk a brow as you give thought to his question -- sounding genuine despite how blatant it is -- and find it difficult to answer despite how long it's been. Caught on a weak spot, you cross your arms and look away the second you meet with his irises, beyond embarrassed. "Frisk, um... Frisk gave it to me as a gift -- some time after my divorce."

"Ah." It's almost as if you can feel when his posture tenses again, a strain present in that sole sound he lets out. "Sorry 'bout asking."

Again, he sounds earnest, though you're not about to befriend your antagonist. "It's alright. But please don't try to flirt my anger away ever again."

A more brazen look takes him over, and you can only brace yourself for whatever he plans to say next, his intent on pissing you off clearly set on high. You engage in a staring contest as you wait, arms now crossed in a more defiant manner -- firm over your chest. If the monster said you were stubborn, by the Sky above, you would stay true to it. If he was set on teasing you to such an extent, you would do the same, multiplied by ten. An easy fight was in no way an honourable one.

"Enemies to lovers is a thing, though."

"Only in low-quality romcoms."

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[theraddestcowboy]

OC Meme Compilation (part 1) (part 2)

Here’s part 2 of this whole thing, for Nikolai this time

I love this trash man and i want to give him more attention because he’s always been one of my favorite OC’s

COMPANION MEME

Name: Nikolai Tartakovsky

I think we should travel together: “Thought you'd never ask."

Use Melee: "This ought to be fun."

Use Ranged: “Oh good, I love showing off!”

Open Inventory: “Sure, just don't be surprised if they get lost. I don't exactly have a filing system."

Stay Close: (teasing) “Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

Keep Distance: “I'm not exactly a sniper, but alright.”

Stealth: "I'll uh....I'll do my best."

Back Up: “Ouch, that's my foot!”

Be Passive: “If you say so.”

Be Aggressive: (confidently) “Can do."

Use Stimpack: “I need to get some more of those things.”

Wait Here: “Just don't leave me out of anything fun.”

Follow Me: “Ready to head out? I just got comfortable.”

Send him to the Lucky 38: “I'm not a fan of that place, but I guess I'll find something to do there.”

Send him Home: “If you need me, come find me anytime.” (can be found in whatever workshop in freeside Kerrian would be in)

Aggression: aggressive/not aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

Confidence: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

Assistance: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

Companion perk: The Devil Down Below (bonus damage against lakelurks)

Weapons: Gnife (pipe revolver with a bunch of bonuses to shooting from the hip and a knife stuck on it)

Karma: Good

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» AGE:  Older than he should be (technically like 200 something)

» SPECIES: Human » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Bisexual » TITLE: the Silver Shroud

PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Very very very dark brown » EYES: Blue

» SKIN: A bit tan » HEIGHT: 6'6" » WEIGHT: uhhhhhh idk

FAMILY » SIBLINGS: Fievel- younger half brother » PARENTS: Dmitri and i dont know if we ever named his mother

» GRANDPARENTS: God we wrote this down somewhere, the only one of his family members names i remember right now though is his uncle Vladimir » OTHER RELATIVES: Abagail- his wife, Kerrian- his son, Fenna- Not actually his daughter but he basically raised her so he's her dad now » ANY PETS?: Dogmeat Dogmeat Dogmeat (best boy) he also likes cats a lot SKILLS » PHYSICAL BUILD: listen im a thirsty bitch and cannot think of a way to describe his build that doesnt sound like im writing a bad romance novel » ABILITIES: Can Breathe Underwater (thanks todd), ages very slowly, can kick ass with the shittiest weapons possible, and does that all the time, my roommate keeps yelling at me for not using anything other than a pipe pistol like more than halfway through the game. Also will make friends with the edgiest loners he can find, and forcibly adopts any child who looks like they need a parent in a 50 mile radius

» SPECIAL : S7, P5, E6, C7, I5, A5, L10

» HOBBIES: Loves old naval shit, telling and hearing stories, music, and fixing up old junk

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE —— Aggressively friendly, like you cannot stop him from befriending you Good dad Compassionate Tactical Good at improvising Learns quickly

——- NEGATIVE ——-

Shortsighted A little too optimistic Terrible attention span Either forgets people too easily or refuses to let shit go Stubborn about weirdly specific shit

LIKES

» COLORS: Red and gold » SMELLS:  Soap, flowers, clean bedding, oil and turpentine and stuff like that, sea air » FOOD: Soups and stews, anything his wife makes, any kind of pie » DRINKS: Nuka-cola cherry, tea » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: dark beer, bourbon, gin

This is the one worthlesssix tagged me in and i dont know what to title it

NICKNAME: Niko (the only person who really calls him that is his brother though)

personal

MORALITY: Chaotic Good

RELIGION: Jewish, but not really religious

SINS: greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath

VIRTUES: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Ukrainian, Russian, very bad at Hebrew, knows the word for “idiot” in a lot of languages

physical

BUILD: scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average

HEIGHT: 6'6"

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Missing 2/3rd's of one of his fingers, a scar on his left eyebrow and later on one where his knee got messed up

favourites

PIZZA TOPPING: Tomatoes, spinach, anchovies, meatballs actually you know what he just likes 99% of pizza tbh i havent thought about it till just now but i feel like he would

MUSIC GENRE: Old old old swing, especially obscure stuff, 60's and 70's pop and motown, Dad Rock

MOVIE GENRE: Sci-fi, westerns, action movies

CURSE WORD: He's a sailor

fun stuff

BOTTOM OR TOP: Top

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Absolutely

LIKES PUNS: Loves them but gets angry when people say them anyway

[automatismoateo]

I need to rant about what I just experienced via /r/atheism

I need to rant about what I just experienced

TL;DR: Religous group threatens me with fire and brimstone if I don't bow and put my face in the dirt for them. I politely decline and continue walking home.

I walked to a nearby burger joint for some food, on my way back I was stopped by a religious group wearing menorahs, I'm guessing Judaism or Islam, but there was no other indication about what religion they represented.

They stopped me and asked what nationality I am, I am very clearly caucasian and answered as such. They asked if I thought their ancestors being forced into slavery was unfair. Obviously yes, no one deserves something like that.

They asked if I felt as though I should pay the tab for the things my ancestors did. I said no, I've made some mistakes, but I've never done anything to wrong someone to that scale and why should I have to pay for the actions of others.

Apparently, according to their bible, the sins of the fathers shall be paid for by their sons, or some nonsense like that. I said how is it fair that I would be punished for something people did in the past and I had no control over? Had I been alive back then and done nothing, sure I'd be compliant and possibly deserve some karma, but I can't change the past. All I can do now is say no, that definitely shouldn't have happened.

I guess I misspoke because that's about when shit hit the fan. They started telling me I'm a liar and I can't possibly care if I think I shouldn't be included in the punishment when it comes. Started reading scripture about how one day god will send his hunters to seek vengeance upon the people who need to atone for the sins of the past. Something about how only those who bow with their face to the earth will be spared. They wanted me to bow down and put my face in the dirt right then and there, under the threat of being treated like a slave when their time comes to get payback. I asked if me putting my face in the dirt right now will make them feel better, they said yes. It will show that you have humility rather than pride and we will be relieved of some of our burden. I said I'll see you when you're hunting me I guess.

How in the world is doing the exact same thing to someone, who had absolutely nothing to do with the sins of the past, atonement in their eyes???? It's just repeating the cycle. They're just trying to scare people to bow to them or support their religion. All this behavior does is reinforce my opinion that religion is a weapon being misused by the minds and mouths of people who are hungry for the profit or the power.

Your threats mean nothing to someone who doesn't believe in your god, you don't scare me, you just make me fucking sick to my stomach.

End rant.

Submitted February 13, 2022 at 12:43AM by MrKnifesIII (From Reddit https://ift.tt/HT5Zmzh)

[u23art]

A LOOK AT WONDER WOMAN (2016)

So I have not written one of these in quite some time, but in that time the number of movies I’ve seen have piled up and so have my thoughts towards them. Going into this movie, I figured this would fair the same as the other DC films in the small handful that make up this movie universe, acceptably imperfect. I’ve felt with the movies on the Marvel side have a better karma with making good first impressions(with a heroes first installment at least), objectively speaking no one leaves the theatre after a Marvel film thinking “That handling of the character could have been better”. These DC films often have at least a few characters that could have been casted better or could have been utilized better. If I had to take a guess as to why DC movies have had poor first steps out the starting gate, I’d assume this was a sacrifice in order to try and keep up with Marvel. So to actually talk about Wonder Woman, the story is set some 80 years before the events of Batman V Superman. A young Diana is living on the secluded Island of the Amazonians, warriors of time long forgotten. Growing up on the stories of glory in battle against Aeries at the sides of Gods, Diana trains day in and day out to rise above the rest. The irony of this is there is no war for her to channel these abilities into, that is until her opportunity drops out of the sky in the form of a WWI spy desperate to escape Germans in pursuit. Convinced that the God Aeries is the cause behind the malice throughout the great war, Diana joins the attack. The first positive thing I’d call to the table is the action when Gal Godot is on the scene, her body language let’s us know that she is taking in her surroundings and planning accordingly, and she can even be intimidating at times. This was undeniably good casting. The no man’s land sequence was easily the best part of the movie when the whole cast is showing off its synergy. The overall tone is consistent throughout the film with the occasional welcome dose of comic relief to dilute the somber overtones with one major exception but I’ll get to that in time. If there were elements to demerit, I’d have to start with Diana’s God killing power. It is revealed near the end that it isn’t her sword but rather Diana herself that is the God Slayer, and the film compensates for this by briefly exuding a destructive force coming from Diane’s body in short glimpses. However this is triggered by banging her wrist bangles together. This is a case of poorly conveyed information visually, I can think of a number of ways to show this power without the use of her accessories yet it’s these bangles that act as the visual cue and give the impression they have the power.

Next is the slow motion, there is a good amount of it here. There’s nothing inherently wrong with slow motion, sometimes a sequence can move way too fast or the run time of a movie could be a little bit longer, but here it can get to gratuitous levels of use. I said I liked the no man’s land scene, however right before it starts there is a sequence of Wonder Woman disrobing and walking towards the soldiers; in slow motion. It actually betrays an potential atmosphere of humility that Diana could exude by almost freeze framing these money shots of her model looks and flowing hair.

I had a similar experience with this problem with the movie “Flowers of War”, a group of women are being pursued, butchered and raped by invading Japanese forces during the Nanking massacre, however there is an inexplicable dance scene with slow motion and colorful lighting that completely conflicts with the rest of the movie.

I mentioned there was an exception to my praise earlier, that exception being the whirlwind of confusion that is the last third of this movie. It is here that Diana’s composure starts to come undone, and when the coherency of the scenes become undone. By that I refer to just plain bad editing. For example, during the fight with Aeries a literal fire storm is raging around the two of them as they duke it out. Meanwhile less than a short distance away on the same tarmac is the plane infiltration scene with Chris Pine and crew. There is no wind, there is no lighting indication that there is a fight between two Gods occurring within a stone’s throw. There is a point where Diana is wrapped in tank threads lying on the ground, but one explosion of light later she’s standing upright in the blink of an eye with her arms in the air. No frames of her getting up, just a choppy edit.  Then she’s just attacking German soldiers despite saying through the whole story that Aeries is the root of all the chaos, sure she’s emotional distraught but she’s acting like a cat chasing a laser dot. And there were more mishandled moments on top of this, and this makes this whole last 3rd stick out like a sore thumb. Say what you will about Snyder, at least he knows how to coordinate a scene. And I’ll say that Aeries is half of a bad casting choice, it’s only when he grows and dons gladiatorial armor that his gentleman head creates a conflicting visual. And my last problem, or a nitpick rather. And the end of the movie in present day, Wonder Woman has a final slow motion glory shot leaping into the streets of Paris below. Why. Why does she leap into Paris in full armor and a sword? There is nothing visibly wrong with Paris. This is really silly, this is unnecessary and looks very silly. Wonder Woman is two thirds of a great movie, but a little more consideration was needed for the whole movie to work as a functioning unit. Wonder Woman gets a 7 out of 10.

P.S. Amazonians, you didn’t have to drop from that cliff and give up your advantage. You have superior aim and had the high ground, Obiwan would be sarcastically shaking his head at you if he knew. None of you had to die really.