#adams cameo

[theoniprince]

Seit gestern Abend frage ich mich, wann 'Everyone is fucking crazy" spielt. Nach KdE? Möglich... aber vllt schwierig. Würde es "Jackpot" und der Auflösung des Cliffhangers zu sehr vorgreifen? Adams Kleidung spricht sehr für die Zeit nach DfL. Aber das muss nichts heißen. Habe ich vielleicht etwas überlesen?

Man man man. Worüber man sich so Gedanken macht.

[nekophy]

AdamsApple? 👏

[turnipoddity]

toxic yuri strikes again

[devonsawas]

THE WEDDING SINGER | 1998 ↳ Directed by Frank Coraci

[pawzofchaos]

Pentious’ first day in heaven 🥺

[h4ise-art]

GUYS IM SO ALIVE AND I FR REDESIGNED A BIT OF MY FRANKENSTEIN CHARA DESIGN RAAAAAA

[captain-flint]

The production team of Our Flag Means Death as characters in the show:

David Jenkins (creator, writer, executive producer) as Officer Shaw Taika Waititi (actor, director, executive producer) as Edward ‘Blackbeard’ Teach Fernando Frías (director) as Alfeo de La Vaca Nacho Vigalondo (director) as El Capitan Yvonne Zima (writer) as Fleur de Maquis Adam Stein (writer, co-executive producer) as A middle aged man Bert & Bertie (directors) as English officers

[mhexart]

Hands you this

[evilkaeya]

If Chuuya doesn't meet Adam in Europe what even is the point of sending him there

[scuffler]

ranking my favorite leigh whannell characters

1. Doug Davis (Cooties 2014)

absolute comfort character and, in my opinion, leigh’s best acting. i also just really love that he canonically wrote an autistic character for him to play in one of his movies

2. Steven “Specs” Fisher (Insidious)

he’s an absolute dork and i want to see him geek out at a monster mania con. also LEIGHS DYED HAIRRRR

3. Adam Stanheight (Saw 2004)

this mf my little dead gay tragedy LMFSOOAAHD but also a VERY frustrating symbol for the franchise and how the traps aren’t meant to “save” anyone. but its fine he survived and went to veterinary school right everyone

4. Gavin Ellis (The Mule 2014)

my other little dead gay tragedy. also oh my god his man titties. also absolutely in love with leigh using his accent in the mule

5. Matt (Dying Breed)

y’all get it

6. David (Saw 0.5)

got this gay mf on a whole ass lighter LMFOAOSOD

7. Neil (Doggie Heaven)

okay no one say SHIT TO ME i just think he’s so real

okay thats all fn bye lol

[theoniprince]

Rollkragen-Adam

Wegen den ausgiebigen Unterhaltungen über Rollkragen-Adam/Kostümabteilung auf Discord, denke ich wieder darüber nach... WIE "Everyone is fucking crazy" zeitlich zu verordnen sein wird 8D

[edithdraws]

Listen they barely interact face to face but Adam Warlock and Mistress Death have the funniest dynamic of all time actually.

[halcarols]

i'm noticing this pattern of comic book writers defaulting to incompetence when it comes to giving characters "flaws" instead of like… actually making them flawed. what narrative purpose does hal jordan crashing his test plane (a task he is meant to excell at) serve? it contributes to neither the plot nor character, unless the writer deliberately wants to make his protagonist seem like a joke.

a character fucks up and learns nothing from it, because there was no compelling reason for them to have failed in the first place. rather than developing a character, it regresses them. there's no nuance in their mistakes; none of the their errors stem from faults of personality and the guise of imperfection dissipates as soon as the narrative requires it to. where's the struggle in all this? the hard-wrought character development? incompetence is generic, nothing but a red herring to distract from the fact that most characters now have but a fraction of their pre-reboot depth. the so-called internal struggles these heroes have are shallow caricatures of the moral debates that used to be present in comics.

a flawed character is not an incompetent character. it's just something i wish writers would remember.

[anglerflsh]

finalising their designs for future illustrations

[cannotgiveafuck]

Have a 2am surprise snippet!

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Billy's staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror again, and he can't seem to stop.

Not in the Narcissus way, of course. He's heard that story before from Diana. No, it's in the way that he can't quite comprehend what he's seeing. It's in the way that he sees himself and he feels a deja vu, like he's seen a ghost. And Billy has experience with ghosts.

The bruises under his eyes are worse, he thinks, or maybe it's because of the rough couple of nights he couldn't quite fall asleep. Particularly sensitive to the touch. Even if his finger tips weren't slightly calloused. And his eyes are blue, like always, but maybe a dimmer sort of blue? Not as bright as he thought they were, but deeper. There's specks in them, if he looks close enough, but not too close. Doesn't want to be a snake biting it's own tail, forever falling into depths that are a part of him.

He's played out that story before, too. Barely stood a chance.

His teeth aren't quite blinding white and straight, and smiling with his whole face comes easy, but it hurts his cheeks after a long minute. The deep blue doesn't shine as much as he expected, either. And as he rubs his face he can feel the uneven hair starting to come in like patchwork. That beard he's been trying for never quite growing out right, so Billy shaves it clean when he can. And that, too, feels wrong.

Billy stares at himself, expression lax, and he looks wrong, somehow.

He thinks, 'Cause you're not supposed to be like this, and it startles him to blink away from the mirror. Down his hands, fingers a little too boney, palms a little too rough, he thinks again, you're supposed to be more.

His reflection stares back at him now, wonderment gone and replaced with furrowed brows, with mused hair that never sits right.

Nothing about you sits right.

Thin skin tightens over clenched knuckles.

Nostrils flare and his mouth twitches, and it's not at all like the marble stone look Captain Marvel can do. A glance that stops most in their tracks. Billy can't do that. Maybe his jaw isn't hard enough? Or his chest puffed out? Shoulders back, chin up?

Oh Gods, he looks like a fuckin dweeb. Billy, stop that. Ugh.

He doesn't remember if his dad was as big as Marvel, but Billy knows he's much scrawnier than both. Shorter, too. Clark would say something about early childhood development, but Clark is one hundred percent farm raised beef, so what does he know about nothing but day old bread for three days?

Clark looks more like your dad than you ever will.

And that thought burns bright and hot across his brain, sears itself behind his retinas, and he hates it more than he knows he should. He hates it so much. Which is stupid because he likes Clark, but Billy looks at himself with his skinny arms and short legs and crooked smile and just...

There's nothing marvelous there.

He's just plain ol Billy Batson, twenty-three and barely looks it if not for the weight of Magic perpetually on his shoulders, the ghosts lingering in his eyes. Young and old all at once.

And yet, not young enough, not old enough.

Everything and nothing, and ain't that just his life? Gods, he never stood a chance.

Once, when he asked Teth how old Champions got to, Billy did not expect to see the age lines on Teth's face to be so deep, nor his eyes to get so dark. It wasn't a new expression, but Billy knew that Teth Adam tried not to show such sadness in front of him. Toward him.

"Champions outlived their loved ones," he had said, solemn and serious. "Except for the children chosen to bear the mantle. They never had a chance."

Teth's hand had gently clasped his shoulder, and Billy wondered for a moment at it not completely dwarfing him anymore. The squeeze no longer bruising.

As if to say, You never had a chance.

[h4ise-art]

ms paint shenanigan BUT MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE IM DRAWING THEM AGAIN AAAAAA