#hero and the terror

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Remembering cult film icon Steve James on the anniversary of his date of birth. (1952 - 1993) Here's some American Ninja fan art to celebrate!

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Movie Review | Hero and the Terror (Tannen, 1988)

This feels like a project that Charles Bronson passed on so Golan and Globus gave it to Chuck Norris instead. I have no idea if that's actually the case, but it helps bring into focus why this doesn't pop. The mix of action thriller and slasher elements conceptually isn't too far from something like 10 to Midnight, but despite some nice visual style during the slasher sequences, this has no feel for the grimy, exploitative quality you need to pull that mixture off. That other movie wallows in the sleaze by forcing you to tag along with the killer during some pretty ugly murder sequences. Here, the movie is afraid to get too close to the killer, give him too much of a presence, or even really get its hands dirty during the murders, which are mostly bloodless neck snaps. Ebert correctly points out in his review that the lack of dialogue for the villain is a pretty severe miscalculation.

This is sort of novel for Norris' attempt to stretch his acting muscles. He isn't bad in the domestic scenes, but this stuff still feels perfunctory in his hands, and becomes a distraction from the thriller elements. You can see the same material working a lot better with Bronson and his real life wife Jill Ireland in the roles, as their genuine warmth and chemistry would provide a strong enough contrast to the ugliness of the killer's scenes. And while both are usually low key actors, you can see how the grim, violent aura that Bronson projects serves him well in material like this. Norris by contrast is too flat, and maybe too nice a presence.

I will say that Steve James is his usual reliable self, and that seeing Billy Drago in a non-villainous role is a nice surprise, but otherwise, you can probably skip this unless you're a Norris completist.

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What a cool dude, I hope he isn’t haunted by memories of his dead friend lol

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Awesome Knightmare designs for Tim Drake Robin and Red Hood by Miguel Mendonca.

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Surveillance camera footage shows the moment the owner of a hummus restaurant shot dead the Palestinian terrorist who killed two Israelis at a gas station near the West Bank settlement of Eli.

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Visitor Shuttle "Reflections in Terror", "Conversion", and "The Hero"

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Officially subscribing to the idea that Movie!Gabriel is writing letters to Movie!Nathalie from rich-people-prison

“Dear Nathalie, I’m about to share this earth shattering secret with you, but the guards here screen my mail, so I’ll have to keep it purposefully vague. I’m sure you’ll understand until we can talk in a few months <3”

*Mayura appears in the second movie*

“NATHALIE THAT ISN’T WHAT I MEANT!”

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oh, come on. everyone’s afraid of something.

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When the final chapter came out and there wasn’t a confirmation of Touya’s death, I mentioned how no funeral meant that I’m choosing to believe he’s still alive.

Some said that Endeavor wouldn’t hold a funeral for Touya.

I am not in the business of defending Endeavor. Ever. I hate him deeply, however I do believe Endeavor would hold a private funeral for Touya. It would be small and just for the immediate family members.

Even if you think Endeavor never would— Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto absolutely would.

Which is why I find it curious that it was never mentioned.

Thus, resulting in my belief that Touya survived, is on house arrest, him and Shouto eat soba together daily, and Hawks sneaks in to see him every weekend. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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night terrors

aged up bakugo x reader

cw: night terrors

bakugo doesn't sleep with more than one blanket or pillow. when he's persuaded into participating in halloween, he refuses to wear a full-face mask.

covid was a nightmare for him. he didn't go outside when he didn't have to, which meant plenty of grocery deliveries. masks triggered his anxiety to the fullest, but of course he wore it when he absolutely had to leave the house.

now, you had plenty of opinions and reservations about u.a. and the hero commission, most of them comprised of colorful language and a world full of screaming until you're red in the face.

they ruined not only bakugo, but so many other teenagers that thought they were doing the right thing. they thought they were training to become admirable role models, people who were going to be trained to use their unique gifts to save and protect people. they thought they were going to become heroes.

instead, all they got was ptsd and a handful of other mental illnesses that left them in therapy, on meds, or with debilitating night terrors.

bakugo unfortunately suffered from frequent night terrors. despite therapy and going on 3 years of being medicated for his anxiety, he still woke you up in the middle of the night with throat-ripping screams.

sometimes, you'd find him in the corner, screaming at you to get away, stop, leave him alone. it was heartbreaking.

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some days you could gauge when he was going to have an episode. his hands were shakier, eyes unfocused, and his mind was just elsewhere.

today, he was exactly like that, only worse. you could tell his brain was all over the place, and you hated it. you hated how his brain turned against him and forced him to think the worst, most painful thoughts. it bound him to his worst memories, forcing him to relive his them over and over. his own brain.

you did everything you could to assuage the brain fog. you made him tea in the mornings, kept the house tidy, and tried to keep him from performing any heavy tasks. it was difficult, considering he didn't much fancy being helped or taken care of. when it was you, though, he let you.

after a particularly difficult day, the two of you settled into bed together, silent as you faced each other, gazing in silence.

"i'm scared." he whispered, finally breaking the silence.

just a look in his eyes was all it took for you to know it was true. he was terrified.

you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing your thumb over the skin, "i know. it's okay to be scared."

he shook his head, squeezing your hand. he squeezed his eyes shut, breaths quickening as he thought about the idea of sleeping. sleeping wasn't kind to him, and he knew it, because he never, never slept well.

"hey, hey, just breathe, okay?" you breathed deeply to set an example, one slow inhale preceding a lengthy exhale, "like that."

he followed your example, slowly relaxing his features, "yeah, yeah, okay."

"i know you're scared," you whispered, "but no matter what, i'm here. no matter what monster you see, no matter who's out to get you, you're going to open your eyes and it's gonna be me. it'll always be me."

he nodded, wordlessly, and scooted into your waiting arms.

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you slept lightly since living with bakugo. that's what made it so easy for you to identify the earliest signs of his episode.

every shift in the bed, every ruffle of the sheets, you were stirring.

so when he sat up, you were half-awake. his steps fully woke you.

you shot up to a sitting position, watching carefully as he stood still for a moment.

"baby?" you whispered, scooting over to the edge of the bed.

no response. he walked over to the center of the room, going stiff.

"kats?"

just as you called out to him, he let out the most throat ripping scream you'd heard.

you jumped on the spot, blood going cold as the shriek reached your ears. your hands shook as you took your first step on the bed, careful to not get too near.

he faced you, eyes open but unseeing. they were glazed over, looking right through you with the most fear-filled eyes you'd ever seen. he was terrified, looking at you as if you had a knife in your hand and a slasher theme following you wherever you went.

"get away!" he screeched, staggering backwards, "get the fuck away!"

your heart shattered at his words, but you knew it wasn't about you. you sucked up your fear, your sadness, and took a deep breath to ground yourself.

"okay, okay. i'm sorry," you spoke calmly, sitting down on the floor cross-legged, "i didn't mean to scare you."

your voice still wavered, still shook with the fear you definitely felt.

he didn't seem to hear you, but your smaller presence seemed to make him feel less threatened.

he was grunting, groaning, crying. his stance was defensive, ready to defend. those hero instincts that he learned as a teenager, the need to protect himself because he was always, always in danger, never left.

that always scared you. the possibility of him activating his quirk and using it on you. but being hurt isn't what scared you--it was the guilt you know he'd feel. you were terrified of him leaving you because he thought he was a danger, or too much to handle. that couldn't be farther from the truth.

you just watched, at least five feet away from his shaking form. you wouldn't touch him, wouldn't yell or panic. you'd just watch, occasionally whispering some affirmations.

it took a while for him to calm down, to stop yelling and crying. about ten minutes later, his eyes went blank again and he walked himself back to the bed and laid down.

you followed him with your gaze and pushed yourself up with a soft sigh. after a moment of processing, you grabbed a water from the kitchen and set it on his nightstand.

you checked him once more to make sure he was comfortably asleep before taking your place next to him.

you watched his face, scanning it for any signs of discomfort or anxiety. nothing. as if it had never happened.

you kissed his forehead, "i'm so sorry, my love. i hope things won't always be like this."

ngl, i have so many opinions on all the trauma these poor kids have gone through, but i like to avoid discourse at all costs. also, i had to do some research on night terrors, so i hope i wasn't too far off.

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(based on real events)

Aizawa: *drinking his coffee* Shinsou: *slams the door open* Shinsou: MIDORIYA GAVE ERI A RECORDER AND SHE WON'T STOP BLOWING IT Aizawa: Aizawa: *setting down his coffee* goddammit problem child

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Cornelius Hickey

What if we’re not the heroes of this story?

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Great stuff from Knight Terrors: Batman #2.

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Persephone would definitely adore the Cocoa Puffs. Just sayin’.

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SAS: Rogue Heroes Season 1 Episode 3 /// The Terror Season 1 Episode 6