#pinpoint

[sachi]

☆ Miorine Rembran / Suletta Mercury // Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury "Palm Size" ☆ G.E.M. / MegaHouse ☆ May 2024 ¥7,920 each ☆ Sculpt Denden Paint Ayabe Ichiro / PINPOINT

[saecookie]

Everyone should be more like the Champions

[spearclosetcomics]

Champions #5 (2019) Jim Zub Juanan Ramírez

[traitsno]

Pants

[indigosabyss]

so the MCU Red Daggers:

a) based all over the world, but seem to be centered in South Asia. b) trying to stop a dimension from pouring into their own through spacetime even tho c) they seem to have only normal weapons and tech, though some may be a little advanced and also d) despite their fight against the Noor dimension, they have no problem working with people who use Noor powers/tech or have Noor ancestry.

Also since the Red Daggers Kareem introduces her to (im assuming the teens at the bonfire were other Red Daggers tho that's conjecture) are p young, and also the way that they knew the Clandestine Ayesha had the bangle but weren't aware that it had since been handed to Sana - the one who actually was in Karachi - implies they had a pretty big base in India and might still have it.

Where am I going with all this?? So. You know who would be the perfect fit. For a young South Asian kid with spacetime powers that the Red Daggers would want on their side bc he basically let's them warp all over the world with less than a thought???

QURESHI GUPTA.

The man. The myth. The legend. The twelve year old whose name I absolutely fucking hate bc it's a family name not a given name but it finally makes sense it's bc his parents weren't from EARTH-

Anyways skipping away to write fics where the Red Daggers are dealing with the ripple effects of all the jump points leaving the Noor unstable and giving a random kid powers and Kamran empathizing with him even as he uncovers a conspiracy about the Noor dimension and it's escapees-

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Evolution of my oldest TFA OC Pinpoint. I think the first drawing was made sometime in 2016/2017, the second 2020/2021 (maybe even early 2022???) and the newest one was just finished today, 2023. It's funny to see how much I've changed during the years

Looking at the design now, a lot of stuff has changed compared to how he originally looked (I finally gave up on those feet, they just didn't work) and the color scheme is nearly completely different. Still, it's Pinpoint, and I still love him as much as I did back then.

[renee-writer]

Pierced

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial for the 226 prompt, Pinpoint

Pierced

What type of love is this? 

A love that sacrifices His own life

For a disreputable lot like us?

Pierced, His Word says

For our transgressions

But so much more than pierced

So much more than a pinprick

Flesh torn down to His muscles

Beard torn out

Carrying a heavy board

Down the way of sorrows

Even before the first nail pierced His flesh

Staring down at the crowd

Out for His blood

The same crowd

Or at least partially

That was singing

Save us to Him

Five days before

Oh if they only knew

That is exactly what He was doing

Bruised and battered

Forgiving them

Even as He died for them

For all of us

A pinpoint in time

That changed all

From before Christ

To in the year of our Lord

Changed time

Changed everything

For all time.

[nickgerlich]

A Bigga Pizza Pie

I have long loved maps. Actually, I stared at maps longer than I could read, no doubt fueled by parents who enjoyed road tripping, and a grandfather who loved to regale me with stories of travel. I wanted to see where all of this was happening, and back then, it involved fold-out maps.

My students are probably all too young to remember these. You see, gas stations once handed out free fold-up maps, the kind that seemingly never folded back the way they were intended, and could fill a kitchen table once unfurled. Gas stations quit doing these, because even though they were handy branded reminders, they cost money to make. If we use paper maps at all these days, it is by way of an atlas we bought at Walmart for $7.

More likely, though, we use Google Maps, Waze, or Apple Maps. And if there is any app with which I feel a lasting affinity, it is Google Maps. My returning students this term can tell you I have written of it before, because I organize my entire life around Google Maps, not just to navigate from Point A to Point B, but more importantly to create custom maps that aggregate the objects and places of my desire.

These range from the thousands of vintage neon signs I have shot around the country—plus those still to be shot—to the 1920s-era concrete navigation arrows I have chased, long-abandoned segments of Route 66, and roadside attractions. I press the pin on my map, and the navigation begins.

It’s about time that a company started leveraging our propensity to use digital mapping to be able to deliver the goods, and Dominos has done just that. With their new Pinpoint delivery, they will now happily deliver your pizza to wherever you are. It builds on the Hotspots program launched five years ago, which delivered to 150,000 non-traditional locations, meaning those without an actual address. Now you can presumably be just about anywhere.

Well, maybe not atop a Colorado 14er, but you get the idea. In a softball tournament at John Stiff Park in Amarillo? Bam. Cadillac Ranch? Why not? The buffalo statue in the center of the WT campus? Absolutely.

Of course, there are some limitations, the biggest being you still have to at least reasonably be within their normal delivery area. Dominos isn’t going to drive 100 miles up the country to find you while hitting the trail.

Still, this is a breath of fresh air, because hunger happens organically, and not always when you just happen to be at a fixed address that Google can find via basic directory information. But a pin carries GPS coordinates with it, the lat and long of it all. For example, that statues in the middle of the fountain on campus is at 34.98195896397602, -101.91588813049329. Precisely. As in sitting on the dang buffalo. Next time students organize a protest or something, they can have their lunch delivered.

Dominos has a stellar history of leveraging technology, ranging from those earlier Hotspots to autonomous delivery cars. They know that pizza is more than just food, but an artifact of the American lifestyle. So why not make it available when and where life is happening?

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Of course, while this is genius, it will not be hard to replicate. I suspect that other QSR (that’s quick service restaurants) copy this one, as well as third-party apps like DoorDash and UberEats. And it truly is simple, as simple as sharing your Google Map route with someone else so they can monitor your trip and know exactly how long they have to finish cleaning the apartment. Ahem. I’m thinking of you, Oldest Daughter.

Almost makes you want to order a pizza for breakfast.

Dr “On Pins And Needles” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[clonewarswritings]

The Squadron’s Spouse

Introductions (Umbra Squad)

Series Summary: An AU where clone squads are sometimes assigned an Emotional Support Partner who is equal parts counselor, mediator (and spouse) in order to keep morale and loyalty as high as possible—somebody gets a job and at least several fairly loyal not-on-paper-but-you-know husbands, while the squadron of clones are less inclined to do things that, you know, make accidental babies happen.

Featured Clones: Umbra Squad (OCs)

Rating: Teen

Read on AO3

To call the moment nerve-wracking is an understatement. It would be like calling a new star warm or a vast ocean wet—completely blindsiding with the immense weight of reality. You had expected to be introduced to the squadron properly, yes, but not… like this.

Not all of them at once.

Maybe Scorch, the squad leader, had misinterpreted your demeanor as excitement or contentedness. Maybe he didn’t think about how your nerves were tugging at your tongue and softening your words, or how he was plenty familiar with his brothers-in-arms already while you had just scarcely been introduced to the man himself.

Nevertheless, the entirety of the squadron piles into the rec room like a herd of excited puppies, all laying curious eyes on you the moment they hurry inside, until there are nine more people in the room with you—nine more people you barely know, and yet were told that you match up perfectly for.

“Uh…” you try to find the words somewhere in the back of your head. “Hello… there…” You reach up and wave slightly, just a little gesture of a hand.

Scorch introduces you by name with a respectful bow of his head and a gesture towards you. Even in the ten minutes or so of being able to speak to him privately, you can tell he is genuinely a good man; a little energetic and overly humorous about his own shortcomings, though you figure that must be due in part due to the huge burn scar that covers one side of his face. He had explained it had come from the first battle of Geonosis, the fire from an explosion had caught him without the helmet offering much help, apparently.

Ironic name aside, Scorch seems overjoyed at the thought of he and his squadron being matched in the Companion program.

The rest of his squad? It’s hard to tell. Their expressions aren’t nearly as readable, and each one holding a different look in their eyes—one of them was still wearing their helmet and was leaning against the back wall, arms crossed. You think for a moment that they’re entirely unmoved by the situation until they wave a hand and chuckle.

”So if you’re s’pose to be our uh, spouse-“

”Technically the right term is ‘companion’, Icepick.”

”Fuck that.” The faceless trooper huffs, then turns so you can clearly see your reflection in the darkness of the visor and says, “But does that mean we gotta call you things like ‘darling’ and ‘sweetheart’?”

”Well, I mean—“ you swallow down the rock in your throat. “You can just call me whatever you like! My name is a good starting point, though I mean… a nickname could work. My friends used to call me-“

”Around these parts, you earn a nickname,” Icepick says, as sharp as his name. “And if you do somethin’ stupid or badass enough, then you’ll get one. Until then, you’re just a Civi.”

”Civi…?”

”He means ‘civilian’,” this time, one of the other clones reply—the one who had tried to correct Icepick before. He doesn’t have any tattoos or markings to differentiate himself, but his hair is long, all the way down to his shoulders and pulled back into a ponytail. He offers a smile all the same and says, “Please forgive Icepick, he’s a bit… unfriendly to new people. But I’m Ratchet.”

Scorch, Icepick, and Ratchet. You try to start pushing the names into the depth of your memory as the other clones in Umbra Squadron start to introduce themselves, one by one.

Doc identifies himself as the squadron medic, or as close as he can be as he wasn’t born and trained as one. He claims to be very knowledgeable about field medicine, and seems perfectly happy to start telling a story about one time that he had to patch up Ratchet from a rather gruesome blaster shot to the stomach—but luckily he’s interrupted with the next introduction.

Screwloose seems more comfortable to talk about the weapon he prefers to carry than about himself.

“The uh, DC-15A carbine is a really good and reliable weapon,” he says, never quite able to meet your gaze with his as he speaks. It almost sounds like he’s reciting facts and, after a moment, you realize he’s wringing his hands as he talks. “Standard issue, minimal kickback, and there’s more than a dozen mods to use depending on the situation…”

”He gets nervous ‘round new faces,” another clone says from beside him, arms crossed and posture nonplussed about the entire situation. “Name’s Dread, short for Dreadnaught. I handle the big guns and the bigger clankers.” He laughs after a moment, and the man’s body language finally loosens as he wraps an arm around the shoulder of the next clone to introduce.

Pinpoint isn’t just quiet, he’s entirely mute, or he is at least to you. Dread explains that Pinpoint is their sniper, and he just… doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t really talk to anyone outside of other clones, and even then what he says is curt and to the point—a no-nonsense kinda guy. Pinpoint does at least offer you something of a half-smile and a quiet wave, and you offer it in kind.

Next is Knick and Knack, a pair of clones who apparently earned their names not only for being nearly inseparable from one another, but also because they had a bad habit of picking up countless useless bits from missions—a shiny rock, a pretty bead, something or another that wasn’t against the regulations.

Last but certainly not least was Trigger—he stood beside Scorch when everyone came into the rec room, and called himself the second-in-command of the squad. He seemed a bit more tense than most of the rest, a bit less inclined to meet your eyes or offer much information about himself.

But that was all of them. You look at each of the clones one by one, committing each name to memory as best as you can in the short time you had been given them. Even if you were assigned to an entire squad, your work was certainly cut out for you; keep an eye on these boys.

“Well, we’re not the fanciest lot in the army,” Scorch jokes, “but Umbra squad isn’t short on good men fighting for the Republic.”

”I can see that,” you reply, trying to keep the smile on your lips when your heart is beating rapidly within your chest. All of their eyes are on you, watching, waiting; what will you do next? What will you ask? It’s weird to think that this is the first day to an entire relationship with each of these soldiers—one that very well may dive deeper than mere companionship, given the fact that you had indicated comfort for it on your application.

You take in a breath, then start speaking.

”Well, you already know my name, but let me tell you a little more about myself. I’m from Coruscant, born and raised there-“

”Is it true that the city goes all the way down to the core?” Dreadnaught asks. Pinpoint’s expression beside the man grows curious in tandem.

”Well, I suppose? I don’t… know, exactly. See, I was born just a few layers beneath the surface, and down there it’s like…”

[616champs]

🙌

[sachi]

☆ Tsukioka Kogane // THE iDOLM@STER Shiny Colors "Be~♡Bop Beach ver." ☆ MegaHouse ☆ October 2024 ¥24,200 ☆ Sculpt Takatori Paint Pinpoint

[apollos-boyfriend]

having such an obvious favorite character trope is life ruining bro

[jcmarchi]

The 5 Most Normal Things I Could Find In That Death Stranding 2 Trailer

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The 5 Most Normal Things I Could Find In That Death Stranding 2 Trailer

Death Stranding 2: On The Beach’s latest trailer is aggressively bizarre. In 9 minutes and 40 seconds, the video assaults us with talking stop-motion puppets, sentient gloves wrapped around people’s necks, throat babies vomiting out spaceships, a samurai that sounds like an infant, and somehow, Higgs returned. 

It’s so densely packed with weird stuff that, upon repeat viewings, I actually had to go out of my way to pinpoint anything remotely mundane. In a humorous turn of events, Death Stranding 2 is so overwhelmingly odd that every eye-brow-raising visual element is par for the course. Anything that isn’t a black oil-covered tube baby with a hilariously literal moniker voiced by Troy Baker is now the minority and, in turn, the “weird” stuff. They’re not easy to spot, so I took the liberty of doing it for you. Here are all the normal/boring/remarkably tame elements the trailer has to offer. 

Fragile’s Water Bottle

Fragile uses this bottle to clean the tar off a mysterious person, which was encased in a cocoon-like shell early in the trailer. She might have filled it with water mixed with some dish soap. Maybe Dawn, since the commercials say they’re good for cleaning oil spill victims. I was waiting for the straw to do the macarena or for babies to pour out of it instead of water, but since neither happened (yet), that makes it a refreshingly dull liquid delivery device.

Guns

It’s kind of surprising that weapons are relatively conventional in this strange universe (poop grenades aside). Combat was my least favorite aspect of Death Stranding, so I’m not thrilled to see that Sam is still packing enough heat to take down an army of ink monsters. I look forward to not using them as often as possible; I need more room to carry my boxes, anyway. 

Trees

The phrase “If trees could talk” has never resonated more than now. I would love their commentary on what it felt like watching the U.S. deteriorate from “It’s pretty weird here” to “We don’t even know if we occupy the same plane of existence anymore, God help us.” 

Wall Pipe

Perhaps the most memorable moment of this trailer is when Higgs (who now resembles The Crow if he were a Cyberpunk 2077 character) uses his electric guitar sword thing to battle an imposing samurai who makes baby noises. You were probably too busy absorbing all of that nonsense to notice this perfectly regular wall pipe that just wants to do normal pipe things and not get involved in this foolishness.

Cooking Pan 

Given the close-up this pan gets, I’m honestly surprised it wasn’t used as a branding opportunity. Maybe some fan has already magnified the image to reveal an OD release date carved on the pan’s bottom. If not, though, the pan itself seems uninteresting; what Sam is cooking with it, though, remains in question. He’s probably sauteeing those weird floating worm things. 

That’s it. That’s all I could find. I can’t trust anything else in this game because everything is weird and probably has a baby inside of it. That desert? Likely a baby. The giant moon? It’s alive and probably has Mads Mikkelsen’s face on the other side of it (Kojima will name him something cheeky like “Majora’s Mads” or something). The floating soldiers represent every celebrity Kojima has lured into his studio’s body-scanning machine; their souls are now trapped within the strand. We have to free them. 

I don’t know what Death Stranding 2: On the Beach is. Hell, I still can’t confidently explain Death Stranding 1, and I finished it. I just know that, whatever it winds up being, I really, really want to play it.

[traitsno]

[indigosabyss]

which of the champions team members who haven't had a solo series do you think should get one? for me it's amka. she is such an interesting character, and i would *kill* for her to get a solo run :D

hmm Amka is def on my top picks too. Would Viv's part in the Visions count as a solo run? Well, it doesn't matter anyway, bc I adore Fernanda Rodriguez. The Locust is an exciting character, and the concept of someone looking out for runaways has a lot of potential.

There's also Pinpoint. And ohhh my goddd Pinpoint. He is a thorn in my side. He haunts me. His first name (Qureshi) IS A FAMILY NAME MARVEL WHY DID U DO THIS. Anyways I think he would be fun to read a solo series abt. No not because his dress and speech suggests he lives permanently somewhere in South Asia (prolly India) and I want more rep of the places I live. What're you talking about. I would never.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Finally polished that sketch of my updated design on my OC Pinpoint. Wanted to make him look a bit sleeker and changed his color scheme into something less bright so that his eyes (yes, all of them) would stand out more.

Added drawing of him in a more dramatic lighting.